Maybe you don't have to run.
Even though you were born of light among false forms
The shadows hide and live there
Who hides in shame from the bright lights
But this is very different from your shadow.
The face is precisely challenging the distance and is not affected by light or dark except the heart
When he comes messing with the brain and the whole pulse
But when he's gone, this blood is no longer red.
searching for shapes and their names
the old one out of nowhere