Shadow

Roaming the dark places of the world.

Hiding Just out of sight.

Living despite the fact that I am dead.

What am I?

A whisper in the wind,

The nothingness of your soul,

The darkness.

I live to kill and I kill to live.

Why?

I am damned.

I am nothing and yet I am something.

I exist, but I do not live.

I am not dead, but I cannot die.

I am gifted, but I am cursed.

I am love and I am hate.

I am a demon.

I am a shadow.