My shadow is taking over my body
My pillow now lies just above me
The window slams on its own yet; no air
Goes in or out, guess am losing my mind;
Nothing had ever been heavy on me…
My bin is filled with things I used to love.
But I really need to empty the trash
The ice, the diamonds, the golds and silver
Brought lies, axes and arrows piercing me
So if my shadow is better than I
And if my soft pillows use me for rest
No grief it says but just a better me.