Her Shadows Poem by Hannah Rose

Let the shadows bleed.
They yearn for day,
Or any way, to heal under the light.
But chained they are.
To each other.
Herself and disease.
For if they enter that realm of bliss
They fear that old reality will hit.
For in the light, she can't control
The shadows in her her soul.
But when they bleed inside dark ink
That blood that flows lets them drink
A new pain that they can hold.
Not herself and disease
Shadows can not control these
But the soothing blood that fogs the brain
That,
They claim will make them sane.