Our Shadow

There’s something inside all of us,

A darkness beneath the seams,

The man in red upon our shoulder,

In the dark corners of our dreams.

There is a shadow upon all of us,

That wakes us up at night.

A scary thing within ourselves

That fills us full of fright.

We personify this inner evil

In the darkness that we find.

We point out the dark outside of us

To escape admitting it’s inside.

This evil is not a sickness.

This shadow is not a disease.

You cannot purify this darkness.

You can’t satisfy its needs.

We ignore this shadow’s existence

And thus we set it free.

And now it stalks the corners of our nightmares.

It is the fright within our dreams.