Bleak hope scatters within fragments of my failing consciousness . Wearied I forage for the sanity to end the abhorrent creature which stalks my dreams. A beast blessed with blackness and appeased with terror, silently it stalks in the faults of my battered mind. Hunger craved, it presses each night drawing blood from guiltless souls. I stand present, a bystander trapped within a refuge for the demented. I set upon my image, enclosed in a strangers gaze. My truth bores deep within my fears. Holding still, I reach too touch the creature, gently touching me.
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