the clouded window casts shadows of the past to eternity
...pale rays softly glow on the tiles
i stand damp, staring at the floor, all i wear is what burdens me
twisted in it's conception, across my face comes slow is a smile
the clouded window casts my shadow, tiles mirror a former self
cold drops of water cascade intermittently down my heaving chest
shivering as i glare at the darkness before me, heart unable to warrant health
my past has rotted my mind, died in a shadow despite my misleading breath
the clouded window casts a pale arrow direct at my pale shadow, reverently
my frigid flesh, clammy, blood melts with water, it leads from the bath
a search for life in this old shadow, a shiver raised from the memories
gorwn through this clouded window my shadow casts the seed of the past
i fall, drunk from fear, to my knees...a crimson pool trickles the tiles
taking delight, my shadow kneels with me, immersed in my soul
my battle complete, my defeat shown in my smile
the pale sun glows on my back and a hole burns through the cold
my heaving chest slows, breaths dawn in agony, blood collapses my lungs
my frigid flame flickers out, all thats represented is pain
a cold drop falls from the shower head, claimed victim the struggle is done
a shadow stands, cast through a clouded window...all that remains
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