Spirit
I lay here unconscious.I feel you holding me,
grasping me.
grasping me.
You whisper my name in my ear,
you scream it to the heavens.
I awake and see you next to me.
I sense your want, your need.
Not for me, no,
but for my blood, my soul.
Paralyzed with fear,
my thoughts race and conclude.
With but one thought left,
"The end".
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