“It's part of what we call the Shadow, all the dark parts of us we can't face. It's the thing that, if we don't deal with it, eventually poisons our lives.” - Michael Gruber , The Good Son.
I stand alone at night in my own shadow.
But it feels as the Sun is on my head.
I bring together the pieces of my broken self.
But it keeps on shattering and scattering instead.
The moon in the sky, so bright and white.
Unlike the perforated soul inside me.
Yet the only similarity to be found,
Are the dark stains, which are more darker to be.
The sleep so empty, no colourful dreams.
I shut my eyes, in need of peace.
The body still, no physical pain.
I seal my lips to mute the screams.
The world so quiet, no worries to hide.
I abort my soul to store some pride.
