There is a shadow that follows me around,
it chills me like laying on icy ground.
It is soundless, but reverberates through my spine
forever doubting the good and the fine.
It is speechless, but tells me how to act
never on impulse, always composed and with tact.
This shadow I would like to discard
to be free to live, not forever on guard.
But I cannot do this, nothing will I let pass
not individually, nor en masse.
I will take my own lie first,
over this worlds evil curse.