Untitled to Father
My tears born of today,Are on behalf of a tearless yesterday,When my Shadow didn't even know the sound of my voice.But now my Shadow clouds my heart's eye,Whispering needles into its skin.There's no hurt like that in your blood.And I fear that the Shadow in meHas polluted my breath.Can one escape the Shadow in their veins?Or does it linger, finding painAs it passes the heart,And all that's left is a time warped tear?My Shadow loves me, or so it claims,Even with its heartless grip.And when your Shadow offers love, denial confides to silence.Now that boyhood has fled me,I seek to be a man, perhaps betrayed by his Shadow,But also one who betrays his pride.Well, we've all been betrayed once or twice, right? Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 04:39 PM PST 0 • 10
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"My tears born of today,Are on behalf of a tearless yesterday,When my Shadow didn't even know the sound of my voice.But now my Shadow clouds my heart's eye,Whispering needles into its skin.There's no hurt like that in your blood.And I fear that the Shadow in meHas polluted my breath.Can one escape the Shadow in their veins?Or does it linger, finding painAs it passes the heart,And all that's left is a time warped tear?My Shadow loves me, or so it claims,Even with its heartless grip.And when your Shadow offers love, denial confides to silence.Now that boyhood has fled me,I seek to be a man, perhaps betrayed by his Shadow,But also one who betrays his pride.Well, we've all been betrayed once or twice, right?..."