I can see the shadows dance.

Here they drift and they sway 

With each step that they take

Laughing and leaping away.

 

I can see the shadows dance.

They come out at night 

To dart by my sides

Stretching around to all different height

 

I can see the shadows dance.

Here at present they lie

Complacent and dormant

They sleep in the bushes but they do not die

 

I can see the shadows dance.

But they aren’t pleasant and pretty

They’re dark and misshapen 

Like abandoned old cities

 

I can see the shadows dance.

And they climb up my walls

They rest in the corners

In the dark bathroom stalls

 

I can see the shadows dance.

But they’re no longer nice

They’re demons and ghouls 

And I’m a meal to suffice

 

I can see the shadows dance.

As I cower and hide

I pray that these shades 

Will soon leave my side

 

I can see the shadows dance.

They’re dark and they’re hungry

And here I shake and scream

Like a wasted old junkie

 

I can see the shadows dance.

And they’ve come to take me away

They’re grabbing and clawing

But for what I can’t say

 

I can see the shadows dance.

For they’ve taken my soul

And all that’s left is a body

In a shallow, shaded hole.