Tame, same, lame, dame, game hame, name.
One letter changed at the front.
Yet that letter can change the feelings within you, can you maybe become attached to them, and there meaning? 
If I said ‘ I bled with the dead’ would you even know the meaning, behind these words?
If I said ‘to truly see, let go of the eyesight of the dead’ would you let this embed?
Would you know when I write these words, they curse, they tell you of this world’s worst.
Dark shadows follow, lurking, and perching, waiting for that strike of the dead man’s light, to enter to appease all those needs, of the dead man walking and talking, each time growing dimmer as he simmers in.
The darkness does unfold, for the stories you have foretold. 
Inside is your light, you get to choose to ignite, whichever you do choose, please let it be you,
You decide, let the shadows not be all you see.

Or the entities of your choosing let them not make you be loosing. The battle within.

Sim simmer, who got the keys to my bimmer,
who am I  😉