Awaken.
Rise from your bed. Face the world. Wash your face. Eat your meals. Have some coffee.
No, not yet. Here, amongst the fluffy covers...it's just like heaven. A safe place to be. The only safe place to be, if you will.
If you're mad enough, that's the only place you'll ever know peace.
But no. You are awake. There are bills to pay. People to talk to. Chores to be done, work to do. Many, many things await you.
Like all the shadows outside.
Shadows, that take the same bus you do. Shop at the same store you get your groceries. Use the same paper in exchange for everything. Food. Electronics. Cars. Love.
Shadows, everywhere I see. They drive cars. They curse each other. They fuck each other. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Each and everyone gets their chance. Their round.
Shadows pass through me on the streets. They have voices, but no faces. They were once human, now they are just...shadows. Blocking my way. Cursing at me.
Everywhere I go, just shadows.
I'm still laying awake at my bed. The last frontier. The last haven. Already, the shadows are creeping outside. They're everywhere.
I don't really want to go there.
Everywhere I go, there's a shadow looking at me. No face, no reason, no place. Just this. An apparition. Shadows hand me my credit card back. Shadows bag my junk food. A shadow, driving a rather expensive piece of shit it calls a fancy car, almost ran me over.
Can shadows die?
Some shadows, they talk to me. They try to make me listen to their wisdom. So much wisdom in their words. So many opportunities I've been missing, to mingle with them. Doesn't really matter who you are; you are just another shadow. Doesn't matter if the female shadow hitting on you is already married to someone else. Fuck her. Fuck this shadow. Fuck her, and fuck her husband too. He will never know, oh the flimsy, undecided, not alpha enough of a shadow.
So fuck him too.
Shadows try to enlist me on their religion. They want me to join the battle against other shadows, their evil minions. They want me to sign documents. To sell my soul.
Can shadows even have souls?
Shadows, they try to take advantage of life, of everything we're not supposed to enjoy. Only there are some shadows, a whole lot of them who tells me that shadows are not supposed to enjoy life. We're not supposed to drink. To smoke. To have hopes in a future even slightly different than the one they're selling. The future provided by a holy book of shadows, written by yet another shadow so many eons ago.
This is just one truth sold to me by the shadows.
Another ones, they're trying to help you. They tell you, you haven't looked hard enough for the things you want. If you want love, you need to search for it. But first, you must accept the true love of the only Savior--
I stopped listening. Can you really listen to a shadow?
Thirty something years, and I'm still living amongst them. Fucking everything up. Denying the whole truth, since the shadows in charge won't abide to let me be the one I really am, the one disguised by this shady cloak I had to put on sometime, long ago, in order to grant myself some solace, some refuge of all this madness.
I walk on the streets, shadows just breeze by me. Blocking my way. Slowing me down. Putting me down. Making me angry at myself for not being like them...and yet that's secretly my worst nightmare, to finally give in and be just like them.
Shadows. Shadows in the fog.
Some still talk to me. But they all smirk. They all know I'm wrong. I'm here, but I'm not. I've never, ever been here. I just pretend to be.
In this circle of hell, the shadows are demons in potential. Trying to make me come to their side. Stop fighting. Quit struggling. Just let us own you.
Shadows. They believe they're nice, just and humane.
They're 'just', alright - like nature meant them to be. Humane only by the dictionaries' definition.
And what am I? Just another shadow. I just don't believe in kindness amongst shades. I don't think everything's gonna be alright. Things will not get better. Never, ever.
Shadows will develop cancer. They will rot from the inside out. Arthritis. Arthrosis. Your strength will fade away. You will get tired. And they will win.
They will try to blend together, only to find they were never meant to be together. Every shadow is its own. We're all alone, even if some of them says otherwise.
Shadows will never accept others' shadows beliefs. They will not tolerate. Their truth is absolute, their will made of iron and flames. Shadows want you to just be like them. Don't be different. It is absolutely forbidden.
So you see. That's me.
Just another shadow.
In the fog.
Rise from your bed. Face the world. Wash your face. Eat your meals. Have some coffee.
No, not yet. Here, amongst the fluffy covers...it's just like heaven. A safe place to be. The only safe place to be, if you will.
If you're mad enough, that's the only place you'll ever know peace.
But no. You are awake. There are bills to pay. People to talk to. Chores to be done, work to do. Many, many things await you.
Like all the shadows outside.
Shadows, that take the same bus you do. Shop at the same store you get your groceries. Use the same paper in exchange for everything. Food. Electronics. Cars. Love.
Shadows, everywhere I see. They drive cars. They curse each other. They fuck each other. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Each and everyone gets their chance. Their round.
Shadows pass through me on the streets. They have voices, but no faces. They were once human, now they are just...shadows. Blocking my way. Cursing at me.
Everywhere I go, just shadows.
I'm still laying awake at my bed. The last frontier. The last haven. Already, the shadows are creeping outside. They're everywhere.
I don't really want to go there.
Everywhere I go, there's a shadow looking at me. No face, no reason, no place. Just this. An apparition. Shadows hand me my credit card back. Shadows bag my junk food. A shadow, driving a rather expensive piece of shit it calls a fancy car, almost ran me over.
Can shadows die?
Some shadows, they talk to me. They try to make me listen to their wisdom. So much wisdom in their words. So many opportunities I've been missing, to mingle with them. Doesn't really matter who you are; you are just another shadow. Doesn't matter if the female shadow hitting on you is already married to someone else. Fuck her. Fuck this shadow. Fuck her, and fuck her husband too. He will never know, oh the flimsy, undecided, not alpha enough of a shadow.
So fuck him too.
Shadows try to enlist me on their religion. They want me to join the battle against other shadows, their evil minions. They want me to sign documents. To sell my soul.
Can shadows even have souls?
Shadows, they try to take advantage of life, of everything we're not supposed to enjoy. Only there are some shadows, a whole lot of them who tells me that shadows are not supposed to enjoy life. We're not supposed to drink. To smoke. To have hopes in a future even slightly different than the one they're selling. The future provided by a holy book of shadows, written by yet another shadow so many eons ago.
This is just one truth sold to me by the shadows.
Another ones, they're trying to help you. They tell you, you haven't looked hard enough for the things you want. If you want love, you need to search for it. But first, you must accept the true love of the only Savior--
I stopped listening. Can you really listen to a shadow?
Thirty something years, and I'm still living amongst them. Fucking everything up. Denying the whole truth, since the shadows in charge won't abide to let me be the one I really am, the one disguised by this shady cloak I had to put on sometime, long ago, in order to grant myself some solace, some refuge of all this madness.
I walk on the streets, shadows just breeze by me. Blocking my way. Slowing me down. Putting me down. Making me angry at myself for not being like them...and yet that's secretly my worst nightmare, to finally give in and be just like them.
Shadows. Shadows in the fog.
Some still talk to me. But they all smirk. They all know I'm wrong. I'm here, but I'm not. I've never, ever been here. I just pretend to be.
In this circle of hell, the shadows are demons in potential. Trying to make me come to their side. Stop fighting. Quit struggling. Just let us own you.
Shadows. They believe they're nice, just and humane.
They're 'just', alright - like nature meant them to be. Humane only by the dictionaries' definition.
And what am I? Just another shadow. I just don't believe in kindness amongst shades. I don't think everything's gonna be alright. Things will not get better. Never, ever.
Shadows will develop cancer. They will rot from the inside out. Arthritis. Arthrosis. Your strength will fade away. You will get tired. And they will win.
They will try to blend together, only to find they were never meant to be together. Every shadow is its own. We're all alone, even if some of them says otherwise.
Shadows will never accept others' shadows beliefs. They will not tolerate. Their truth is absolute, their will made of iron and flames. Shadows want you to just be like them. Don't be different. It is absolutely forbidden.
So you see. That's me.
Just another shadow.
In the fog.
