He keeps walking behind me, every night, quietly, stalking.
He doesn't make a sound and disappears at the slightest flash of light, as if mocking.
He knows me in and out, my shadow, my stalker.
He betrays me when the time comes and frightens me, but most times I feel comforted knowing I'm not alone in a world so dark and cold.
He's my stalker, my friend, my enemy.
my shadow that binds me while leaving me free.
©sora-sama
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