Shadows of shadows, the reflection of a smile
The odor of emptiness, the rotting smell of guile

Shadows in the darkness, shadows in the light
Shadows in the elegance and eeriness of night

Shadows in a cobweb hidden in the shade
Shadows in a sentimental moment that was saved

Shadows in the ether, shadows in a shroud
Shadows in in the incandescent billow of a cloud

Shadows in the secret sections of a dream
Shadows on a surface that remains unseen

Shadows in an inky, aromatic mood
Shadows in in the shiny nothingness of new

Shadows in the sure uncertainty of mud
Shadows in the blatant blasphemy of blood
Shadows in the stale'n sorry echoes of a hug

Shadows in the acrid afterglow of love

Reflections of reflections, the choices of a child
The feelings that are lost and never ever reconciled
Shadows on the future are echoes of the past
Left behind by loneliness that lasts, and lasts, and lasts