An Inseparable Shadow, the Shade to our Fear

Uninhibited, such shadowy-infested dwellings in the mind,
It was not crafted by the hands of an architect.
Surrounded by crumbing fortresses, shifting shades following,
Down the steps, further into the unknown.
A mirrored image, perhaps, somewhere or a reflection of a phantom,
Enveloped in darkness, now, your eyes have been deceived.
This wasteland, our inhibited fear, of being alone.

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