When the shadows creep up on you, you will not know.
Tiptoeing, they are more silent than death; though allies of it they are.
More dark than an abysmal black hole
And more crushing than the cursed words 'I love you' that owns them.
Those cursed words can set you free, 'tis true
You would fly rampant with the shadows,
Shadows of light.
But they can also pin you down, a prisoner to your own heart.
Swallow you up instead of lift you,
Shadows of dark.
I am such a prisoner.
Irrevocable, blissful agony.
Indescribable, killer harmony.
Undeniable, weighted love.
It's such an empty, full feeling.
So desired, though it is revolting
So satisfying, yet'
And yet.
It could very well leave you with nothing.