In Shadows

In shadows
oft do I seek
to find the things
that make me weak

Indeed I know
for me they are bad
yet still do I search
as though I were mad

Love and hate
Pain and Pleasure
These things I despise
These things I treasure

They fill my life
And make it true
Yet are hollow
And make of honest comments, few

But still do I look
Often do I roam
For somewhere deep in the shadows
Exists my eternal home.