Watch Over Me

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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