When I see you, I see a shadow casted out beside you.

When I think of you, and all you have done I see the figure again.

The angrier I get the more life like the figure becomes.

Sometimes it follows me around, lingering there in my thoughts.

How could you be so selfish? 

The figure is still there, it wont leave.

The more I think of you the more I see it.

Its black shadow, never getting a clear image.

Its sihlouette outlined in darkness, everything about it is dark.

One day I fear it will consume me.

The more I think about you, the closer it gets.