He flitted through the kitchen 
Then slid across the wall 
A murky transparent mist 
That wasn’t much at all 
I even walked right through him
Feeling the air turn cold 
Heard him sigh irritably 
Then he became quite bold 
He appeared while I showered
 And again while in bed 
The shadow man did not know
 That he was truley dead 
He follows me to the store 
And when I go to work
 And sometimes I think he knows
 He is a fucking jerk 
Now I seem to have a guest 
That will not leave my home
 I wish the damn shadow man 
Would just leave me alone