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Vaguely explained extended metaphor time!

This soft sleep; a limbo backed by drumbeats.
My castle of warped flesh, a home where
I am suspended between something and nothing.
I've known
ghosts,
this world a primer for the next.
Shadows of love,
pain,
anger
carried to me on a river of blood
and for want of meaning I drink deeply of them.
Until the day the drumbeat quickens:
These shadows grow teeth,
each thundering beat
their bite
and I bleed, I bleed, each
cut
into my flesh weeping wild and
pulling me
forcing me
from my castle.
My lungs, warped and flat inflate,
and suddenly I am too, too solid.
My mouth opens and in one
triumphant scream
all my half-drunk shadows spill forth and
I grasp at air for comfort
till I am passed by rough hands
into the arms of the drummer.