Afraid. Lurking within the light behind me is a shadow one that mimics every step to my beat.
My own reflection, separated by the space of light that’s onward. A silhouette with nothing but a mere illusion of cowardly acts. To seek behind for that ahead.
Afraid. It’s pace doubles. Afraid. It’s demeaning nature grows. Afraid. A infectious being doubles the shadow that lays wake behind.
Afraid of a monster taking home to that unseen. Afraid that this shadow is not my own but one fraudulent in nature, one of fear, a man in black to take the life ahead.
Afraid. The oxygen filled lungs were silenced of release, by a man lurking at night.