18 December 2012
In darkness I linger. Your dreams I eat. Not made of tissue. Nor of meat.
In nightmares I lurk. On screams I feed. No soul I have. Pure fear I breed.
I'll tell you a secret. I don't like being me. I want to pick flowers. I want to be free.
I want to be kind. I'm really nice inside. But all those thoughts. I have to hide.
If you help me. Your dreams I won't swallow. Please please please! I'm so so hollow!
Flowers I want to smell. Skin I want to feel. Birds I want to hear. I want to be real.
Tired of being me. Tired of scaring. I'm not what you think. I'm loving and caring.
I want to be human. Please tell me I can. I am the shadow. Who wants to be man.
The Shadow • Opuss № I