07 Feb. 02

Dismantled shadows, repairing shadows.
Trying to attach,
Assimilate themselves,
lost with no partner
They sew themselves
to the souls who have fallen apart.

Mixed emotions, blended equations.
A recipe to bond their feelings.
A togetherness, a sense to belong.
Disappear when lights are on

In the darkness we are saved
In the darkness we belong
In the darkness we are born (and die when the lights are on)

Puppet images,
Attacking reflections.
Try to run,
Leaving blood trails.
Blood shadows,
Attacking shadows.
Choked to death on puppet strings
Fractured light,
Become knives.
Your aura cuts through us.
And we will,
with the light
Burning through our soul.