So I woke up one morning with
a shadow sleeping in my bed
His voice was soft and solemn but
the teeth were rotting out his head
He said to me, "Let's make a deal
I'll get you out of this here mess
But follow you, I will, until you're dead"
And soon I got so light my wicked
shadow tripped me constantly
And shadows pooled upon my skin
each time I fell upon my knees
tattered with a shadow hanging over me
I hung my head and wished
Now he's the one things happen to,
I look upon it helplessly
He's taken on my mannerisms,
acts my life out like a scene
Haunted, hounded as my shadow
taunts me with his tactics
I stare stupid, and in utter disbelief
And then one day I turned around
and found my shadow missing
It was worse than that first moment when
I woke up lying next to him
I asked to no one listening
And a shudder rippled through
