I make you who you are. I’m your friend and I’m your worst nightmare. I’ll haunt you till your days are done, and you’ve finally sang your song. Till you’re laid in black coffin and put to rest. I’ll lay my cool hand upon your breast, and follow you into the deep unknown. I am the one to bring you to tears, to make you scream in fright and feel as if to die. To find your fears and so that I may tear apart your inside. I am the one who whispers taunting words in your ear, so close but too far to reach. I’ll lead you to your destruction, obliterating your will and taking what I desire. I’m your subconscious and I shall be the one to destroy you. I’m the one to starve you, to draw blood. To strip away the cover of sweetness so only the rotten remains. I help you hold that knife as it slides through your skin, while crimson rolls down pale arm and drips to the floor. I’m the one who sees pain as a release and starvation as a goal. I force you to follow my footsteps as I lead you on the path of demolition. I’m the one who keeps us hidden, and urges you on. I’m the one to watch you gag and cry in desperation. I’m the one you call out to when you need help, knowing what I’ll bring, but too far in love to care. I’ll force that smile on your face, and make you go on one more day. For I am your Shade. I am you, but you are not I.