Twisted figures in the pines
Creates distortions in my mind
Flip the switch close the blinds
Roaming spirits trapped in time

Distorted figures in my mirror
Creepy crawlies where I stare
Black magic residue rips the veil
Unruly realms, so strange as hell

I see them mostly in the day
When the breezy shadows begin to sway
Exposing figures with watching eyes
As if they can see inside my mind
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