Questioning The 666 Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

reluctant darkness
inching everywhere it hurts
the presence I loathe

at first his gaze ceased
alongside presence hated
trying to escape

behind me, feasting
being, for the first time friend
this thing I hated

A presence, he's there
at first, feasting on my blood
as time ceased being

friends feasting on me
passed being my first burden
sucking out my time

everywhere I go
that first time turns out to be
sucking out my blood