The bright light shone through my window. I went back to sleep.
There was a knock on my door, I shut it out.
Someone sat down next to me, I pushed them away.
Don't make friends.
Don't be soft.
The Light is tricky. It lies. It looks nice, but it always goes away.
But the shadows will stay. Forever lurking in the corners.
If people lurk in the shadows, then where do the shadows lurk?
I am the shadows, and the shadows lurk in me.