Feel it lonely, feel it homely. Let it go, one moment at a time, take it slow . I hear the darkness I hear it speak to me, in ways both loud and quiet, It dances my way around it, I have to talk it out. The spell penetrates, deep, deep inside. I’m wedged in between reality and magic And It stretches the branches out, rooting itself in my blood, so cold, The spell grows, and the magic flows. I feel it lonely I feel it homely, I can’t let go Not a moment but one emotion at a time. Should I take it slow ? Or should I stay swallowed by my shadow ? I guess ! I must have been.