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Shadows Incarnate

Joining the spirits

By Tanner PeifferPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Shadows incarnate across my walls

Stretching over and under my bed

Playing tricks on me to get my attention

Flying circles around my head

Showing me the blurriest photos

Developed in my past

Liminal spaces and methane gas

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Shadows spin sensually in my brain

Reflecting echoes of pleasure and pain

Thought provoking a conversation

About every player revelation

In my mental hall of mirrors

The labyrinth of my past

Picturesque horror built to last

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Shadows are coming to strangle me under the weight of my own regret

So I shatter a lamp in the darkness

Casting the longest ones yet

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If I’m going to the shadow realm at least I’ll have some fun

Playing with the devil’s horns like sharpened obsidian

There’s an ashen lust in the lake of fire that yearns to be unleashed

And a settled dust in my deepest mind that begs to be released

So I’ll let the shadows sprout their wings

I fall into a demon’s arms

And close my eyes until I’ve reached the

Land of black eternal sun

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Tanner Peiffer

I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.

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