Poetry With Hart

I felt faith fade from my soul,
an echo soft like a whispered light
as Nightmare exacted her toll.

I fit myself into a role
and fed off joy, as she fed off spite.
I felt faith fade from my soul

as I gave in to her control.
Each word injured me, each sentence a fight,
as Nightmare exacted her toll.

Once she knew me, unmasked and whole,
as time passed I shattered to her delight.
I felt faith fade from my soul

as within her heart resides a black hole,
and only her narrative could be right.
As Nightmare exacted her toll,

it was my sanctuary she stole.
The only answer left to me was flight,
as faith had faded from my soul.
Nightmare had exacted her toll.