Liminal Being Poem by VaGótha Kuroibara

Humming fluorescent lights
Many hallways a plenty
Doors leading to no where
But rooms of question.

Uneasy eerie spaces
Angular spaces—no egress
Humming, yellow spaces
Liminal spaces—The Backrooms

Victims awaken—unknown territory
Disoriented and afraid—my territory
Once appear, yet few tell the story
Some begone forever, yet some reappear

No egress. Remember?
Even I know not of all the back rooms.
I watch over the lost from distances
Shadowing their trails—Photobomb!

A figment; I may be
But as real as the fear
Is as real as you and me
The Backrooms—a trap. You see?

No egress. Remember?
No exit. Recall?
Courage is key within The Complex
An exit—there it is.

One way in and no way out.
Plenty ways in and no way out.
Conquer your fear; conquer your shadow
Conquer me—The Liminal Being.

One way in and finally a way out
Fear begone; Shadow, shrink!
Liminal being, disappear.
Liminal being, don't exist.

All in my head and I am finally out
A vast, large plain—one road
I think about that shadowy figure
And that was me—The Liminal Being.