Shadows play with my soul and my body passes through hoops of fire.
They taunt me, they mock me and ridicule me. They pick at my flesh.
The sunless land plays with my eyes and my skin.
They weep and burn. They redden and freeze.
Boots mean nothing
Black means nothing
I mean nothing
Birds flap their wings, morphing into giant predators.
Their talons creating shadows that chase my own down onto concrete and into gravel.
They chase my blood out onto the black pitch.
I can't see my shadow, its barely there playing with my heart.
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