Tuesday, May 1
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see, dear.
Do you see shadows there?
Darker then they ought to appear.
Do you see the secrets I keep?
The secrets I want so badly to disappear.
Do you see all the things that I fear?
Hoping that I will never lose you.
Listen to me speak, dear.
And I will tell you things you never knew.
About you, me and us.
Let me wet my lips when I am tired of talking.
Let me stay this way forever, here in your embrace.
But look into my eyes.
And let me know what you see.
All the things about me,
good and bad. But mostly bad.
Fortune favoured or singled out to be condemned.
My shadow stretches a thousand miles.
And it envelopes everything in darkness.
But if you listen carefully,
let it whisper in your ear,
your shadow will tell you what you want to hear.
It'll tell you stories about its adventures.
All the places it's been,
all the things it's seen.
All the people it's met,
all the conversations it's shared.
And if you pry hard enough,
it'll tell you with the utmost conviction
that it really is you who is the shadow.
The mimic.
The silent observer.
You are the absence of light.
You are the darkness that is
its constant follower.
It is you who bends and stretches and twists and breaks.
It is you who takes it all away
You've seen it all and it's never enough
It keeps leaving me needing you.
Just.
Take.
Me.
Away.
din
