When I walk,
My shadows talk.
When I walk
My shadows stalk.
Tall shadows
Chasing from behind,
My own.
Talking,
Stalking,
Shadows.
Showing the side of emptiness
The side that's there
But you don't realize,
You watch with closed minds.
The shadows causing
Fear,
Paranoia,
Depth of personality.
But oh how I wish to be
A walking,
Talking,
Stalking
Shadow.
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