Am I going crazy?

Are they really there?

I feel them with me always

The fabric of reality tears

Everywhere I go

The shadows ripple around me

Figures reaching out, hands and fingers bare

I try desperately to flee

They want me to come with them

Though I know not where

Their whispers are insistent

Saying, “Darling, Please, Come here.”

They are my shadow people,

Dancing in the shade

I’ll never be alone

Even if I fade

No one else can see them

Or hear their desperate pleas

They are mine alone

Like a cancerous disease

Their mystery is intriguing

Which is something I do fear

For if one day they consume me

I do feel, I’ll disappear

There will be nothing remaining

Of my body, dear

I will turn to shadow

Like my companions here.