Shadowed

A woman in black
with black hair
is trying to rise.
The shadows are like tar,
you get trapped.
She cannot escape
and she became one
of them, a shadow.
Then noone can see you.
There is no love between
us and them.
And the one who put her
there walks innocently by.

A life that is dull and flat
as a shadow on the wall.
A shadow person,
dull and blunt,
unlike the knife
raised to the mortal self.