The man with shadows

Once upon a cloudless night,
When dark skies make people fright.
Walking through the pale moonlight,
A man with shadows by his side.

The shadows living in his mind,
Pushing him to fall behind.
Make spectators fully blind
And his future is defined.

The shadows crawling through his life
Cutting edges like a knife
Make his living like a strife
Will his strength make him survive?

His feelings are a big black hole
Filling up his endless soul
Letting him have no control
Over this endurable goal

The man is walking on his own
With the shadows, but still alone
An awful pain as hard as stone
The pain which goes through flesh and bone

They’re guiding him along his path
Making him feel almost dead
And his eyes be soaking wet
Is making him too hard to get

But with a single soundless hit,
And some screaming, just a bit.
A livelong candle’s being lit
Designs his life and that is it.

Is this all that he became?
A man who’s living through that flame
A flame who leads him through this game
The game of honour without fame

The shadows that no one can see
Really no one, only he
Just invisible for thee
Make him what he’s meant to be