The Silver
I am the shadow
That waits in dark places
Silent and patient
To follow you home.
I am the tiger
That eagerly chases
Racing and running
Wherever you roam.
I am the hunger
That feeds on your madness
Biting and clawing
To swallow you whole.
I am the silver
That soaks up your sadness
Body and spirit
And all your soul.
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