IT
Looking in the dark
Breathing in the dead
Settling in the abayss
Being normal
Running from the sun
Fighting the light
IT wants to save me
I rather fight
IT's nice
I'm not
IT's sweet
I'm sour
What you see is what you get
And what you see is something you won't like
Trust me
Not IT
Breathing in the dead
Shunning the living
This poem is about:
Me