Shadowing

Shadowing

~Miss A


And I'm scrolling reels, doom past the bedtime,

And see something, on which I smile,

Break through the mirror is a spotlight,

Undeserving, this smile, it fades away.

All the polished sentiments fade away,

And I get painted in, more and more blue,

You cannot see hues, but your love is overdue,

Missed all chances of caring for me, just daily.


Feels like I do not matter, to one and all of you,

And the fantasy kicks in, to just disappear,

Altogether, to be lost, and never be found,

Fountain of love keeps flowing, unchecked still.

All the background noise gets dim,

All this compulsive luxury brought in,

Makes me content, but doesn't fill,

So perfect in a form, that I don't even fit.


Called unique, and wierd; awesome and charming,

In the end, it's just a clutter of words you throw in,

No shakespeare, but could've used some rhyming,

I concentrate and more, then the words become shaking.


Seasons change and they come again, and again, and again,

The person I sensed in the mirror, is shadowing,

Used to look through the windows of a child,

And even then I knew, what I saw, the grim, the skeleton,

Hoped my skin had some layers, and there it is,

I've become the one, I thought was someone I'd run to,

But this person had this fatal flaw, a core flaw,

From atonement had learnt abandonment,

Unfamiliar, unfound, un-everything, yet safe,

I'm truly pathetic in a sence, and heed carmen.


A promise done to yourself, is worse then revenge,

They promised they'd never be a victim, but a criminal,

I still stare into this colored hollow soul, and I still stare for hours,

Magnetic, magnificent, eh, Gertrude but Harriet,

Think I got some sherbet for becoming a vampire,

Got this quality to switch every emotion off in a snap,

And just like that everything is gone, everything,

The raw emotions, the livelihood, all forgotten.


Happy people know me and still enjoy me at a distance,

Have a knack, the more the curtain is unveiled,

The more reasons, for everyone, to get scared,

But I'm not doing anything, I'm just there,

It has just recently kicked in me, truth is stranger,

Visually, every theory is just obliquely heightened,

Guess the last day, everyone actually lived,

Was the in picture reality of the last supper.



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