Black casted shadows
They dance around in my brain
Scaring away what used to be the light.
What is light? I forgot.

You stand there and talk
Talk, talk, talk but do not see the black casted shadows that tower over me.
Oh how I hate them.
Their jagged smiles, twisted grins, menacing and dark words
Repeat like a echo in a cave.

Except those words come back, ten times as strong leaving a scar
against my once smooth skin
Deeper and deeper
Up, down, side to side
Another game of Russian roulette
A shinning blade, a black casted shadow
And that hollow soul of hers

Black casted shadows
They always seem to paint an innocent soul
Crimson red.
They always win
Just another game
Of Russian roulette
A shinning blade, a black casted shadow
And that hollow soul mine

I've always been told..
Red is a beautiful color, love and chaos
Yet again those words
We're told by a familiar voice.
The one I've let drive the shinning blade against my flesh

The black casted shadows
My only friends

Angie.A