[the Darker Side Of Me] Poem by Empath In flames

When I was born,
I gave birth to a shadow,
It has been the closet friend I know…
For hours I would stare,
Waiting for it to slip up,
For it to fall or get mad.
My darkest friend never hesitates,
It is strong,
And changes each time lightning strikes.

But how would it feel,
for a shadow to have me?
Like a indistinct reflection.
I think….
What if the shadow is me?

Am I trapped in a box,
Forever looking for the key.
Does my soul belong to you?
Am I not free?
And If I cry, within this place,
Can you see my damaged face?

If I bleed,
The blood of a shadow,
Do I soak to darkness?

I am yet a sponge,
The warden of luminosity.
A slave to your demands?
By the hours of dark,
I wrap myself in a blanket of night.
I can see you polluted image,
Dancing in the light,

As your friends,
Come out to play…
I am too frightened to look.
To scared to see...
I can feel you getting closer,
Creeping up beside me.
Watching me dream.
Taunting my sight
Breathing heavily...

Are you ashamed of me?
Or is it that I know this secret,
You are,
The darker side of me? ? ?

~Empath~