I once was normal,

But now I am not.

I eat mostly shadows,

Hoping I don't get caught.

I have two stomachs

One of flesh, one of light

But if I told anyone,

They'd say it's not right.

If they find out,

They'll fry me alive,

So until they're all dead,

I still have to hide.

One day, soon I hope,

I can come out; be free,

But until they are dead,

No one living can see.

So keep it quiet,

I'm trusting in you.

Besides, if you don't,

Your shadow is food.

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Isn't it lovely? I especially love the end. I guess this would be my third creepy poem and my second "fantasy". Scratch that, most of my creepy poems are fantasy.

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