Her demon

I dream of your damage, 
Your words and my fears

You appear to me, in form, 
A Contorted form, rising from the other side of my bed, doll like, playing on a endless pull cord, Stringed and suffering with that grin

And now I see what she sees 

Your subtle movements, thin in time, your wisper, gentle yet effective 

Your everywhere and nowhere, A volitile role, very much apart of my descent into madness 

There must have been some agreement, a clause in contract that allows you to haunt me

A gain, a win in the past, something I never asked for,
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Perhaps 

Riches I never sought. 

And now, your here, raging within a storm of dark matter, throwing melted clocks at my brittle face

I won't get rid of you by undertaking some magnificent magical quest,

That just doesn't happen.