Nightmare
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The static of his mindblew apart the EKG machine. I don’t know what languagefreedom, will be written in on his hospital release papers,or if they will ever be inked again. He was bouncing off the walls today,slamming pads, brick, doorways, and glass. Demons were in his bones, he saidhe was just trying to shake them
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I felt faith fade from my soul,an echo soft like a whispered lightas Nightmare exacted her toll. I fit myself into a roleand 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.
Poetry With Hart 