Afraid of Shadows - Dustin Vado
Afraid of shadows
And creaks of bone,
There's a name for this fear,
This arrested alone.
I once was lost
But now I am round,
The circle in the square
Of self made sounds
That keep me up at night
When i am no spoon,
Not little, not big,
Without sheep for the moon.
Weary eyes in whirled
Whiskey day’s apnea,
Bloodshot and counting
The ticks out of insomnia -
The age of the lonely seed
Laid to rest tonight
With a goddess as crescent
To snore away the fright.