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

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