Unconciously concious I walk this path as if I am only a shadow on the darkest of nights.
Unseen in the silhouettes that hide years of feelings buried under fear of being unwanted.
Secrets I have shared with only myself have remained in their casket in my head.
Sleep is nothing more than dreams of awaking to a world where the shadow reflects off the pavement showing in an essence my demise.
Years of believing all of the useless lies bring me to tears inside though I maintain a calm composure.
Each breathe harder to inhale than the last and the innevitable exhale shys from being one second too late.
Tell me know as I am on my knees begging for an escape, Is there anyone who can see past the shadow. Through to the man that wants no more than to be loved.
A simple request from a thrice broken hearted fool looking to find redemption in the heart of the purest forgiver who can except no less than I am but no more than the man I will potentially never be.