Shadows

I have a friend that follows me around,

My muse,my sooth, my rhythm and blues.
Every time I get down too low,
The guiding light has always been my shadow.

Sometimes my shadow grows dark-too dark,
Sometimes its darkness drowns me stark.
Out of the dark, into the light I walk,
And now the light seems like such as farce.

But sadly those neon city lights,

Have pulled away many a men of might.
My shadow tried to pull me hither,
Yet blinded by light I find myself here.

No muse, no sooth, no rhythm , no blues,
I am surrounded by faces of no use.
Yet the shadow will return in all its might,
All I have to do is kill the light.