Shade

Love me like your family. Hate me like your nemesis. I'm not scared any more, yet your ghost still haunts my premises. The facts are conflicting, we have not spoken since last fall, but I know that you're here, I can hear your footsteps, down the hall. 


You're moving the plates, you're altering the clocks, I can only blame you for how quickly these empty days seem. Or maybe you finally slipped away, leaving me, crazy.