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In shadows deep, where whispers crawl,
A man beset by fears that thrall,
He walks alone, with wary eye,
In every face, a threat he spies.
The streets, they seem to twist and wind,
Conspiring minds in darkness find,
His heart, it pounds with every tread,
A thousand dangers fill his head.
Each passerby, a lurking foe,
In every glance, a threat does show,
He hears their plots in murmurs low,
His sanity, the winds do blow.
At night, within his chamber drear,
The walls close in, his breath they sear,
For in the silence, whispers grow,
Of unseen fiends that stalk and know.
No solace found in moon's pale light,
For shadows dance, enhancing fright,
In every creak and groan he hears,
The sinister, advancing fears.
A neighbor's knock, a friendly cheer,
To him, deceit and deadly sneer,
He locks his doors and windows tight,
To stave the terrors of the night.
Alas, his mind, a twisted maze,
Lost in a paranoid daze,
He trusts no soul, believes no word,
In every kind act, threat inferred.
His world, a prison of despair,
Where trust and peace are never there,
A tortured soul, by fear possessed,
In madness found, he'll never rest.
For in his heart, the shadows cling,
And in his mind, the doubts they sing,
A symphony of dread and gloom,
That seals his fate, a living tomb.
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