A Paradox in The Palm Of the Haunted

I dwell within Your Shadow,
And upon Light,
Prisms compose my Marrow,
In your blind Sight,
I've Hidden in your Dreams,
After Forcing you to Sleep,
I've Danced to you Screams,
And listen when you Don’t Speak,
Within my clenched fist lay a Blade,
Wielding a Razors Edge,
To Avenge the expense Paid,
When Horizons Rise above our Heads,
I glare into your Soulless Eyes,
And you blindly peer straight through my Misery,
As if I was to be disguised,
Into some form of matterless Mystery,
I Drive the Blade through your Heart,
Where you are now standing Alone,
As compassion slowly falls Apart,
So you walk the road on your Own,
The Razor Burns into your Brain,
And I smile in your Face,
I condemn the success I Reclaim,
Where the Blade lay in Place,
Your eyes widen at sight of a Gun,
To see what’s not really There,
Inhale the Breath out of your Lungs,
When you drink to much Blood to Bear,
Your eyes say you see Me,
But you Don't really Know,
You embrace the excuse of Insanity,
But you won't ever let me Go,
I watch your world Crumble,
When there’s No more Sun,
The pain makes you stumble,
But you could never Run,
Spirits that you once Loved,
You kill in front of Your Face,
As your very own life Floods,
The bays of Soulless Disgrace,
Haunting Smiles fade as your body Slips,
Into the boundless Depths of Hell,
Crying at the taste of my own Blood on my Lips,
Cause I've been Haunting Myself...