Shadows in the dark T he gravity, its ripping me apart the stones on my crown feels like mountains The chains I acquired they anchored me down, like a slave chained to his keeper, dragging in dirt and dust I could see dust flying over my head Each of them laughing at me. Even they are free... Its time ... its time that put me in chains, its time that makes me mad, its time that stabs me, its time that makes me a beast... Beyond those chains lies my mind bleeds into wild I can hear my brain screeching to stop. But the heart... it listens no one... Its numbness, its dark. It leads nowhere. May be behind the truths, or for a spark in the dark, or conscience, or for a shrub, which can heal my scars or behind the million year old question, still nobody knows, Who am I?