Within everyone there lies shadows, some are more apparent than others,
but we all have them. Some might call them demons, their step-father, their
bastard child, or what ever holds them down, keeping them within reason.
Holding them to be content with the reality that was given to them, weather
it be good or bad.
To me these are shadows, they come out when the sun sleeps. That's when
my demons, my step-fathers, my bastard comes out to breath. That's when
the pain sets in. And I can actually feel my own pulse rise within me.
