Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 95
Shadow Inn

Welcome, please come in.
This is a dark little place,
Where the corners seem to rot,
And the furniture moves around.

This is the lot
This is the end
This is the
Shadow Inn

Where your dreams collide
Your fantasies realized
Your heart's opened inside
And you can be yourself

Wake up from the bed,
Come on, it's not too far.
Come into the kitchen
We have a meal prepared for you.

It's inside, hiding out
You can smell it from here.
Like rotting flesh on a windowpane
It seems to scream your name.

This is the lot
This is the end
This is the
Shadow Inn

Where your dreams collide
Your fantasies realized
Your heart's opened inside
And you can be yourself.

 

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