My shadows are smart.
They don’t follow me into the chaos;
Not stepping one foot into the starlessness
Created for me.
More vibrant than the nerdy girl
Is their smile in my light.
It’s their chance
To draw me into plight
Consume the luminous atmosphere
That dares to scrap their walls
Or whistle near their floors
It’s their chance to reign again
Reflections of your darkness,
Your demons striving to retain life
Because demons, used to be angels.