Ive become invisible,
like silk riding through sand.
the preacher on the pedestal,
a healer with no hands.
Ive become the remnants,
on streets now paved in moss.
And slowly do I wander,
through infinitey lost.
Ive become the shadows,
no one can control.
The ones nobody notices,
the shadow of a soul.
The wisp beneathe your tiptoe.
The darkness beneathe your feat.
The candlelight that flickers.
The smokeless memory.
Lingering like gunshots,
before their quick descent.
Hitting all but nothing.
Craching upon ament.
The holy never vanishing.
We wonder through the streets.
We seranade on mortal grounds
and watch the world sleep.
Happy dreams for bedtime thoughts,
but I must say goodbye.
For evertime this darkness falls,
The shadow in me dies.
 
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