Jude collapsed backwards into his bed
his hands sliding away eerily from his head.
the voice that had been taunting
was now inside Jude’s soul, haunting.
<<you killed him?>>
he’s not dead, He sighed.
but what with all of Hell’s din
he’ll wish for it instead.
Author Note
I’ve lost the plot on where I was going with this, so this will be on pause until after NaPoWriMo LOL
Seren J.H. Wolfe 
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