Shadown Master Poem by Dead Beat Poet

I am always your other,
without even a thought.
To dance with your shadow,
is to die and not rot.

My open eyes,
will always be broken.
Into your arms,
another has spoken.

It only makes sense,
to your shattered mirror.
Nothing is enough,
to make me feel dearer.

I am feeling so betrayed,
and now know why.
Please someone tell me,
why I shouldn't just die.

The journey is long,
and full of disaster.
You need to serve,
before becoming the master.