When the sun dips below
The line of night
My shadows come out to play
Dancing before me
In me
Around me
They speak to me
Exposed faces, hands, souls
Dark, menacing brutes
Eating at my memories
They drag me under
In my dreams
In my dreams they torment me
No amount of hiding,
No silent screams
No escape
Nighttime
The hours of raven roosts
Watching over
Keep me from losing myself
to my own damaged ID

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