Distortion
Spells created to broken
Be the Shadowlands
Stalking me wholeheartedly
Guises I never witness
Matters always in their places
No chance of distortion
Unlike words restricted
Remain addicted to the
Asphyxiation Shadowlands
Have in spadish aces
Spells stalking me
To bring me under
Screaming out against
The friction spells created
Shadowlands’ song only to
Suck the life out
And bury me by veils
Smothering processes
No longer a way out
In crossing ponder
Spells created to be broken
Until Shadowlands pull us under
This really drew me in – I look forward to reading more of your poetry this month!
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