The shadow

We are constantly followed by death in the form of a shadow

The shadow
When people think of me they start to shiver in a cold sweat
I leave a scar they’ll never forget
I mark them with an “x” which pays my respects
They call me the shadow
I’m a living death.
I have a heart made of stone
I am clueless about love because I was never shown
I had no one, I was on my own
Now I set out to make my name well known
There are no rules to this senceless game
I’m your shadow, you’re not alone
When your time has come
I’ll blow you out
Like the candle on a birthday cake
The smoke will rise
From where there once was a burning flame
I will reveal the truth behind people
And I’ll feel no sense of shame
For I am death
The shadow is my name
Anything can set off my fuse
I have no criteria for who I choose
I’ll beat the bushes to fulfill my wish
And when I do, I’ll be bliss.
I’m as quick as a wink
So fast you won’t have time to think
I have a deafening silence as I follow my prey
I shadow them, waiting for the perfect moment
The time comes when we’ll all pay.