Here comes the shadow. Tearing down my walls. It wants to take my hand. It wants to lead me somewhere. Some place where you belong - it says. I’m not from here. Jump into the abyss, where no one can harm your little heart made of glass - it says. It’s so beautiful in here. It lacks people. There are no worries in my head. I can be myself there. I am just another shadow there, and the rest don’t look at me as something weird. We’re all the same. No one points fingers at me there. I don’t need to kill my thoughts there. The others are dead like me. We all live among scars and share this beautiful cemetery. I’m not a ghost among fake people there. I don’t have to disappear. I have no secret illusions of love or a normal life. I am not normal. I will never be. I remain trapped in a world that i hate, trying to find my way by moonlight. Trying to kill the thing inside, and i remain a ghost of me.