I have a little shadow
I have a little shadow and it follows me
Sometimes near, sometimes far...
A cold touch. My shadow paints,
Velvet landscapes.
He draws a picture of stunted words and stained memories.
I have a little shadow and it follows me
Sometimes near, sometimes far...
He paints pictures where words fall short
I have a little shadow sometimes small, sometimes room filling.
He leaves me be with friends but never out of sight. He waits then at night he comforts me in steel reassurance. Together we paint pictures of things forgotten.
Silence isn’t supposed to be so loud...
He comforts me with stories
Stories that he ends with crimson periods never to be told again.
I have a little shadow and he has something to say
I have a little shadow but it’s only me...
Me and him at the end of the day, me and him at the crack of dawn. Me and him in the shower, him and i after a long day... me and him when I’m happy the both of us when i am sad. In rage filled, rapture... tortured i have a little shadow that has something to say.