ima shadow in the darkness, im an empty soul
all my bodys present, but i still dont feel whole
ima person people laugh at, a person who is not seen
not observed of, a soul which cannot be healed
im a shadow in the day light, my identities consealed
people look at me, like i dont even exsist
is my soul exstinct, or am i just missed
cause it feels like this, isn't coming to an end
its an ever lasting poem, not written in pen
im like the grim reaper, not seen but there
i dont sleep so i cant dream, of a better life
this soul trembled on, like a stampeed of rhinos
does heaven accepts shadows, the answers no,
and even i know...(im fucked)