Into the shadows
where human feet don't usually go.
Into the darkness, beyond the mirrors sheen
reflecting on forever, all that ever been.
Where angry rivers flow.
The place where nothing grows,
just rot and decay.
Nothing glows,
just the rusted, faded, dullness that shows.
Into the shadows
where bad thoughts
are the only things that blossom,
where no sunlight can give wisdom,
no stars above to glisten
and no one at all will listen.
To the screams.
The endless shrill piercing that drills into your skull,
until your senses are weak and dull.
Into the shadows
where screams are heard, chants and curses, untold secret words.
Where anguish and bad dreams are stirred
and poured into water for the people above
to put into slops that they conceive of,
then serve in their shops
where agitated people push and shove,
to make their lives
less dull and devoid of love.
Into the shadows
where dreams fall like dead trees.
Voices call out in insanity
and old tales become twisted fantasies.
Poisoned the wells whilst we drunk them dry,
now the demons of hell wave and say hi.
In the shadows where the demons play,
a noise heard forever and a day,
screaming in torment as the shadows overlay
the last remnants of humanity wither away.
Thanks for reading
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