Failure is what
I think of my life
I see no happiness
Only path of strife…..

Everything seems to be lost
In the darkness of night
Road’s not visible
Destiny out of sight…..

Tired and weary
Of walking on path of thorns
Wind’s blowing hard
I’m lost in the storm…..

Death seems dearer
To put an end to my sorrows
Want to sleep forever
Not live to see another tomorrow…..

Shadows are impersonations.
They move around
In the sneakiest of ways.
Lurking and inching and cheating.
Trying to escape the mirror.
The darkness died when the hero won.
It didn’t.
It just followed them, lurking to get back.
The core is darker of the fake.
They’re dark,
because they tell them of the time gone by.
In monochrome,
the color died, it lives in the real world now.
I don’t have a shadow.
I am one.