He sits there,
No matter what you do, you cannot escape his glare,
Where you go he finds
Following, approaching, talking
the shadow, a man of unpleasantness
trailing, obscuring your light
The shadow is normal right?
The dark, following you in the sun’s gift sent to earth,
Why the shadow is just a little odd, no need to fight, right?
The darkness to your light.
The demon’s sheep,
A part of the world’s rubbish heap,
Forever a reminder of a turbulent past,
The time you were a little rash,
The man trying to take you off the righteous path.
So you try to avoid the shadow,
Ignore its presence. Mistake.
he follows, strategizes, comes back stronger,
A thirst for vengeance as you sit there somber,
Ignore him and he gets meaner, more difficult,
So this is your life now?
Sit, there, you sit,
Brain full of turmoil of the day, from below the actions of the shadow stirring,
How can you make this go away?
You no longer want this from the day,
You think with all of your might
He is the shadow, the darkness of your life.
The answer, more light!
So simple it seems.
The positivity fueling your torch,
So easy it seems,
To fight darkness with light.
Unsustainable, as he sits waiting for the flame to flicker, burn out
And it does flicker, alas, a loss.
Hello Mr. Shadow again, coming back with the same intensity of that flame,
He is the darkness to your light.
Like his master the sheep likes to play games,
Numbers seem to be the endgame,
pray for the day you are no longer in this dismay.
Why don’t others see this?
Do they see what they want to see?
A perfect world without the importance of me?
A year passes,
Heart growing bitter, light growing dimmer,
Sick of this,
You will ask for it to end,
Bargain with the master of darkness.
Vantablack seems pale in comparison.
Fight before the loss of your light.
He is the darkness, he is the night.
You ask for it to end,
Take a stand,
But we all know this isn't the finale, nothing to defend.
The damage done,
For he has already won.
Scars the colour of soot on paper,
Deeper within you than the Mariana Trench,
The shadow now in you.
He is the night. Darkness to your light.
The stalker of your life.