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
***
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
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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