I guess her screams were more than a memory.
Like lungs filling with water.
Like skies turning into darkness.
A shadow, a spirit killer.
The floor still had a violent creak.
That boiled my blood with fear.
Enclosed with silent pain.
Released a small crystallised tear.
I ran and hid in a secret place.
To escape the following daemons
Voices took over my mind and soul.
I was never to be that lovely freeman.
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