The Shade Within Me
There's a twisted mind inside my head,
That daily I find that I shall dread.
He speaks whispers of the truth,
Along with opinions so uncouth.
Perhaps along with cynic eyes,
He sees the world as its own demise.
A hellscape avenue atop the world.
He runs along the walls so steep
In a dreamscape while I sleep,
Where the laws of physics know no meaning.
There you can see the towers tall,
The bogs so dim and crazy calls,
About how the end is only the beginning.
During the day, the sun's always eclipsed,
The night is dominated by a twist
Of fate and logic so entwined,
They may as well be the dragon's eyes.
I suppose that I should get on with it.
I don't suppose the world' see fit,
That this shade should make his slip.
As his insanity is one I know well.
He dreams of some kinda forgotten hell
When he's not running along the streets
Of some unnamed massive city
That seems quite scary and never silly.
Save for the fact there's massive sleds
Upon rails where oil sheds.
And people ride them from place to place.
A bullet train that's g-force safe,
Serving sushi upon slate
And ramen that seems to never end.
I suppose this dreamscape sounds quite nice,
And perhaps you won't take my advice,
But frankly, that Shade is but a devil.
He's more dark than outer space,
He's got a twisted demeaning face,
He worships gods beneath the sun,
And during the moon he comes undone.
He's a third month in to insanity courses,
Perhaps more gifted than his discourse sells.
But in the end he's got it made,
He has but to ask for marmalade.
But like this world, there's a darker side.
Oh, leaders oh so chaotic,
Madness in the streets so sick,
Control at every single side,
And madness in every person's eye.
A way to run and a way to hide,
Is always scarce unless you have a ride.
But even then, it may not work.
We'll I've talked your ear off for too long,
I've got to go care for this dog of mine.
But maybe one day I'll actually sing you a song.
So whatever you do, make sure your lights always shine.