I see shadows
everywhere:

They're at home,
a leather belt
around their hand -
a small child crying
on
the
stairs;

They're sitting outside
on the bench - well respected men -
watching
little children play and thinking
about their next prey;

They're on television, barking out
their well-planned speechs,
greed
in their eyes
and hate
in each of their words;

They're on television, abusing
this generation's achievements
with no regards for the next one's problems.

Oh yes, I see
shadows
everywhere,
each day they menace
to obscure our skies
forever, and each day
they make it harder to face myself
in the mirror.

For the shadows I speak of, they're not
only around me: they're
inside me,
making me cold;
heartless.

They crawl
a r o u n d my arms like deceitful
snakes, they hang
about my throat taking away
my air;

Trying to tear me
down, hissing
to me:

We're gonna get you.
We're gonna get you...

But there's something they don't know:

I'll fight, but if I should realize I'm
overtaken by the shadows,
I have a gun.

How handy, one bullet left -
it won't miss, and then
there'll be

s i l e n c e

And the shadows
will never be able to speak
to me again...

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