The Poetry of Shadows

Silence and a stone A mirror all alone Shadows on my breath Stillness seeking life within my death Vengeance bends my will The mirror crying still The shadows hold my hand Darkness conjures up an evil plan Attack or break again Either way’s the same With horror on my tongue The shadows claim all I can become Silence breaking out The mirror cracked by doubt A shadow swallows me The light is gone and I no longer see Darkness plays a song My truth now used for wrong The past becomes today The backwards child longs to now betray The silence in his tone As my screams are turned to snow Belie his buried schemes In which the world is lost in his disease Forgiveness for my tears Was spent on darkest fears Now I’m turned to stone By the shadow-self that represents my soul