Why do I Walk in the Shadows?

Why do I walk in the shadows?

Why do I walk in the dark?

Why are these preferred to the light of day?

Why you ask, oh why?

As the sun rises and its light shines down

It shines upon the ground covered with the shattered remains

of what was to have been

Hopes lay dashed and bloodied against the curbs and

in the gutters

The streets echo with the laughter of my tormentors

Those who tortured me dehumanize me still

Anything that may have been called youthful ideals

has been picked to the bones by scavengers

Blood of mine has long ago dried, leaving nothing but stains

These are the streets I see in the sunlight

Now, ask me again why I like the dark and the shadows so.