My shadow flinches whenever we make eye-contact.
He doesn’t want to hear about my dreams anymore
He staggers, a wounded beast
people enquire about the blood-trail
In a world without light
he becomes obsolete
He can’t relate
I might as well be
Talking to myself.
Daemos number one 
August 29th, 2012 at 9:22 pm
Chilling imagery. “He doesn’t want to hear about my dreams anymore.” So much pain from this one line.