Posted on January 16, 2018
And I walk side by side with shadows,
Down the streets of sorrow
And it hurts too much
Not to know who it really is that follows.
Is it the shadows?
Or is it me, like a sad slave
Following the steps of my broken self.
Step by step, constantly behind the dark posture
Like a fool, not knowing how to skip the past.
And become one with the shadow.