I don't know why
But I always have been
Afraid of the
Dark so
Passionately
And once in a blue Moon
Will I really admit
That I am actually very scared of you
You
My shadow
That lurks behind me
Analyzing my every move
Every step
Every touch
Every song I sing
Every note that I play
Will I ever get less judgement from you
You who sighs quietly behind a titled palm
Who hears every quiet
Wail I let go of
In the ever so endlessly less than imaginable
Darkness
Behind the eyes do I really see the figurative
Black, inky, dark, uncompassionate, sinister, cruel
Fate of those who have no--where else to go
Except to accept
The fate of which they have brought themselves
They say to be slaughtered by a figment
Will only bring you more harm
Than an imagination controlled
So maybe my shadow isn't in my mind
Or outside my body
Lying on the floor
Maybe it is my future
To lie in wait in the depths of my conscious
Barely awake
Seeing the unseen
And making this world bigger than it actually is
For this world is less than a dot on paper
It is more idiotic
Than a single dot on canvas selling
For a mere $100,000,000,000
But in the end is it only in my head
The voices
That scream at the top of their lungs for mercy
As I hear the *chop* *chop* *chop*
And the ringing of the blade as it slips out of their hand
Onto the block
The last breath slowly exhales
Maybe oh so maybe
This is the end for me
But
As I wake up
I am reminded that the death that I seek
Is not in the ground
Or in fire
Or in a tube waiting for my next life
It is to be aware of myself without my other half
This shadow that I call a
Foe, enemy, scandal
This is for sure my
Reincarnation, my sister, my life
For without it
I couldn't have over--come the hardships I have faced
This death is painless
But for now
It is painful
Because I must leave you for the next
World of unimaginable fates to unravel
Sayonara, farewell
For this is not the end or the next
It is and for always be in the back of your head
The shadow for which you are terrified of
Is the past you
In a different time frame
Of different memories
Or a different life
This is you but different, changed, annulled
For you are an entity that has an “old soul”
And you are soulless
Black, dark, sinister
And you are home
In a dark miserable cubicle
Of your own misery
Cry now but do not wait to long
To take my hand and see what we can accomplish together
My love, mi amore, ai