It's often said,
it's a terrible thing to fight shadows in the darkness.

Black on black,
invisible feinds,
slideing by unseen until they step into the light,
and when that happens it's already too late.

If we could only see the world outside our bubble,
then we could come to terms with the nightmares we've created.

We're already becoming mechanical,
at one time flesh and bone,
but now controlled by mysterious urges and emotion,
time and time again repeating our habbits like a clock pendulum,
going left then right,
left then right,
left then right,
never changing,
never saved.

But we do,
and we will,
step into a light,
but it will not be bright and wholesome,
even peacefull in a way,
but the light we step into,
it's indeed the very opposite,
it will be dim and red,
giving off a sort of warmth,
but it's hatefull and disrespectfull.

Even your shadow attacks you,
your wounds taking too much time to heal,
your actions still repeating,
your still bleeding when you're attacked again.

Once they find you it's hard to change,
more likely to die before you're free.
Your actions will then repeat,
left and right,
left and right.

It is often said,
it's a terrible thing to fight shadows in the darkness.

The phrase is all too right,
when your found you lose yourself,
when your lost,
you can't escape.

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