Personified
Shame is one of my best friends. He is always with me, always reminding me of what i've done, always in control. My friend Shame is a tall, lean fellow. He only wears grey and black, with little holes in his shirts and his jeans. He is quite pale, with piercing grey eyes with flakes of white that go on forever. Shame's smile is what draws me in, his confident, all knowing smile. When he is right, the left side of his lips part ever so slightly to show his white, perfect teeth. The breath around his mouth comes out as white haze flows from his lips. His finger nails are dirty, and chipped. But that's from always holding the chains.
