Crimson tears flowed
The fear of being left behind
The shuddering thought of solitary
Encasing in darkness
I fear for myself
Yet fear is groundless
The little imp squeaked in glee
Watching
Watching through these eyes of mine
Waiting
Waiting to wreak havoc
Control is weak
A thin thread about to rot
My heart thumped erratically
Sweat beaded my brow
I clenched my eyes
Willing the imp to flee
Willing myself to be free
Free...
Away from the insatiable hunger
Away from the thirst for darkness
Away from...me.
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