My shadow seems darker than ever before A face-less mime-artist, in ebony clothes Eternally sentanced to mimic it's host Enslaved throughout life to return as my ghost If darkness could speak, my shadow would scream As it repeats the demeanour of pathetic routines My mirrored accomplice impossibly seems To live at my side, but haunt me in dreams The lessons of life have taught us to hate We've kept pace with pain, but love's running late Escaping the world with the drugs that we take My shadow of morals questions my fate