shadows.

Shadows.
When I close my eyes, the shadows are there, waiting in welcome.
They swirl and stir, conjure images past, present,possibly.
The shadows...they keep me company as I bleed out
For that is where I am right now,bleeding.
Self inflicted, maybe, but that's it, that's the way my mind works. I've searched and prodded, guess its now time.
We were so intertwined, you and I. But the shadows bring me crashing down into reality with a hard thud.
The shadows have taken the fabric, rung it out, cut in pieces what's left.
And now I'm bleeding out. Its funny how the pain of the blade stuck in my skin appeals to me more. Because when one pain registers, the other grows dimmer. So I stick the blade in, deeper still till I reach the mark, then I watch as I bleed out.

And I can only hope, that as the blood flows out, the shadows disappear. As I watch the blood flow, I hope it does nt show itself. I hope it calls no attention to me till its done.

The Shadows...they come laced with pain, but then, pain is such a companion these days..
I have the dots nicely connected. I have one little detail out, but its not that important.
December 6, 12:50... Wish u cld see me right now. Fascinating stuff...