"The Life of a Shadow" Sleepless men stride upon hapless dreams. Crushed by cries of torment, and hushed at the face of Shame. Down the cold cobblestone they stumble, streetlamps darken as they pass by in the wind. On a whisper, on a whim, on the tip of your tongue lay these men. You know of their faults and failings, you participated in their pain. Alive in withered photographs, smiles lost in the black and white, caught in the still memory that you chose to refrain. The city never sleeps, every brick and beam bless them. They simultaneously hear the sound of trumpets and hisses of madness, caught in the in-between; a life so grim. The howling of wind, the hidden eyes, they protect you. When angels fall, they will fight the unseen evil, building steps to heaven with deeds of virtue. The sunlight’s warm glow shining on your face, a feeling these men shall not know. The cold and cutting, the bleak and barren, are what follow them wherever they will go. Would the lips of Heaven’s hosts dare voice a single word in their favor, or let loose a cry? No, for there is no matter of might that will save them from Fate’s evil lie. Run your finger down the fold lines of the pictures; trace the faces of the abandon. Remember, and then forsake their reality for your own reason. They exist only to ease your agony, and yet you could cause them non grater. No closer to Heaven, no closer to damnation, but in this hell they reside, by your side they lay forever.
hmm, actually i was going to put it in a first person, but changed it to more narritive, 3rd would be cool, thank you.