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
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