Shadow

Sometimes there are times in life when the only companion is your own shadow which hides itself after dark. Maybe that’s why nights are lonesome. Only if I could switch on the lights at night but darling I am too tired fighting off demons inside the layers of skin. My blood flows with frictional battles underground beneath layers invisible to naked eyes. Only the soul is naked yet hidden. Eyes closed, let’s sing the lullaby and drift into peace forgetting we exist.

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