My Shadow Sleeps

My Shadow sleeps with one eye open,
Always wanting, always hoping,
And just under the surface I can see,
The shadow masters staring at me,
Taunting and playing,
Completely forgetting,
That they've already lived,
They've already gave,
Now they need to lay in a grave,
Leave this world, for us who breathe,
Until it's our time to leave,
Then we'll walk and talk and stalk,
Those who pray yes that's how we'll play,
No more pain, no more strife,
Becoming shadows in the afterlife.

Julianna Mason