an utterly pass within a past,
is a mark upon the dark,
we the shadows are a curse amongst the living to the worst.
we have forever been in the dark,
a true face is never a mark,
a life within a vessel,
turned to dark,
upon the light we run to the abyss.
by our master we our controlled.
to the fashist to be molded upon a shadow against the light.
we are forever hidden.
never to be seen.
only a glimpse of our passing we forever are cursed as the shadow people.
we take a glimpse of you while you cannot see.
watching waiting.
taking in need.
we feed of your energy like a leech.
forever taking what we need.
to never give anything in return.
we are curse amongst the living.
never to be known only to be shown a swift shadow to pass by.
I have a few more poems or writing like this. if you wish you can look at them on poetry dot com.. Under Benjamin Donovan