The curious shadow stands in my room.
It gets what it wants, nothing left to assume.
When it cries, your soul flies,
Away from this gorgeous, frightening crimes.

The curious shadow's now closer to me.
It stares at me, and consumes my fear.
I'm chained to bed, I can't even move,
But the curious shadow is still in my room.

(c) Andrew Nitrogenesis

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