Shadows

Shadows walk by themselves
as handler's lose sight of their ID
like walking naked
Like walking blind
They lay down the facts of subsequent anger
Cant see past exterior motives
Of trying to be someone else,
to benefit only someone else.
Melted cheese like their
Melted brains
Logic expired for mold grown on
Their growing egos and pride.
Come walk with me...
Hands tied back
Feet shackled
smile sewn shut.

©2003 EM