The shadow
Sometimes
beside me,
sometimes
behind me,
but never
in front of me,
it plays the
crooked game
that has
driven me
to the fragile
edge of my
brittle sanity.
But it
never knows
that I am
capable to
outsmart it.
It never knows
the limits
of being
just a shadow.
It exists only
in the penumbra
of my darkness
and light.
And, when I
decide to
play the endgame
by eliminating
my material existence,
what will you do,
you formless
evil, to carry on
with your
dubious games?
Sometimes
beside me,
sometimes
behind me,
but never
in front of me,
it plays the
crooked game
that has
driven me
to the fragile
edge of my
brittle sanity.
But it
never knows
that I am
capable to
outsmart it.
It never knows
the limits
of being
just a shadow.
It exists only
in the penumbra
of my darkness
and light.
And, when I
decide to
play the endgame
by eliminating
my material existence,
what will you do,
you formless
evil, to carry on
with your
dubious games?
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