• Broken feelings, broken dreams,
    and a hand that drives,
    a sword in deep.

    Crimson flowing,
    hiding every lie,
    and a shadow running,
    leaving all behind.

    Broken feelings, broken dreams,
    pale skin glowing,
    flame of life waning.

    The shadow stops,
    turning slowly
    ever so slowly,
    and far too late.

    I wake to find the shadow is me.