Shadow

In the dead of the night you don't hear me coming

on the blackest of days I slip in your skull.



I'm a shadow

disappearing into the night



Caressing your fears

and brewing wild thoughts



of tempestuous

life paths



CROSSROADS



ways of life you've never seen before



stirring at the back of your mind.



a black veil



a shadow,

if you will



spreading every single day.



over the deceased.



I have become your nightmare



Turmoil,

Grief,

Civilians in disbelief.



Murder!

with your own two hands.



GENOCIDE,

HOMICIDE,

HUMAN.



YOU DECIDE.