10 February 2013
Something to fear. Something I thought. Something that always Looks like what it's not.
Think it's sweet? Think it's nice? It could kill you now Without thinking twice.
Twisted mind Turning round and round. It darkens the sky. It wilts the grass of the ground.
Shadows there, Shadows here. Shadows are the things Of which it feeds.
Lightness of of heart? It'll change that soon When you turn out dark And you walk to your doom.
Shadow Eater • Opuss № I