The Shadow
Some fall too hard, too fast…
Why did I fall?
Why does the dark night rush to greet me?
The cold night sends chills to my soul
as it yearns for comfort.
The shadow...
The shadow haunts me.
It laughs at my fears and never lets me go.
The cold touch as it wraps around my eyes cuts out all light.
How can I fight?
All I can do is fall.
I fall from light
from love
from warmth, comfort, sanity.
When the shadow comes,
I fall from life.
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