I am the first, a shadow at the end of the hallway. 
I spin the carousel; the laughter recedes away. 
My finger on your lips – I stole something precious.

I am the second, alone in a faceless crowd.
A human caught in monochrome dreams; I scream to wake up.
My voice drowns deep underground – only the dead can hear me, see me.

I am the third – a master, a sentinel of weakness. 
I hold truth like a torch; shadows flicker before me. 
Rapid eye, follow the chain of thought until the silence ends.