Night Prowler

Paranoia seeps into my veins.. is it just a bad day? Or the wrong train.

The darkness keeps calling me back. I can see the shadows peeking around the corner, waiting for me to make the wrong move, waiting to have me where they want me. I refuse. I will fight -I will not givein -I will not die, not to the shadows.. I've lived thinking because of this new life.. this new God.. I would never have to see them again but how naive it seems now. I find myself unable to wake from this dream. Some times this dream is a nightmare, or just a love story… or some perverted smut with no plot.. the world is to blame. The world brings the shadows close when I want no part of them. These shadows are not comforting what-so-ever, these shadows are hellacious.. overwhelming.. unpredictable. Just like the people who brought them. I stepped off the train years ago but the chem trails are still visible in most aspects of my life. My past is irreversible, but I adapt to my future.. All I can do is continue to grow, in hopes I never Become apart of the shadows.