The Patient Who Kills Patients
Yet he once was a patient too?
The Patient Who Kills Patients
He lies like stone
still as death
breath shallow, slow
a final breath
No fever burns
no pain to show
just eyes like pits
where nightmares grow
He waits for night
when guards are weak
silent steps
no voice to speak
His touch is cold
his skin is ice
one look from him
and death feels nice
They say he came
broken and lost
but left behind
a line of ghosts
No nurse will hold
no doctor stay
when he moves close
you fade away
No mercy here
no chance to plead
he feeds on fear
and silent need
In shadows deep
he walks alone
no flesh, no bone
When darkness falls
and lights grow thin
he takes his victim
and sinks within
No scream is heard
no tears to weep
just endless sleep
the patient’s keep
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