*Unknown*
Buzzing cricket sounds
Made the night scary
In the silence awakened
the shadowed dead soul.
mimicking his steps.
fear exploiting his insecurities
ghostly whispers
On repeat mode played
his shortcomings
out and about winds the tormented mind
voices yelling dark secrets
incomprehensive
perfect timing's
set ablaze the knotted minds
uncooth were the self compliments
self esteem dismissed
like a carcass he perceived
numb to self love
warmth of humanity robbed off
dead weight emotions
raise and set the rays pass by
dust collected
perfect dishevelment
stay woke
a hope for a new dawn.
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