You can see my Shadow
so dark, no face, just black
holding a long, sharp, knife
tasty, red blood it lacks
my shadow always in my room
nowhere to hide me, no place to go
laughing hysterically, laughing like an idiot
for saying the words "here comes the show!"
so scary, it's creepy
my Shadow puts the long, shiny, sharp, knife, so close to my wrist
it scratched a long cut
then later on, there was no me
cops came running down when my mom called them
but no clue, no evidence
no hand prints, nothing
while i rest in a peaceful silence
