It was dark. A typical thing to say coming from someone who hasn’t even opened his eyes. Someone that doesn’t even know what light is. But somewhere along the way he must have gotten a little too comfortable in the dark. Because he couldn’t bring himself to leave it. Almost like an addiction. A whispering sensation when it becomes so quiet everyone leaves. A hugging sensation that seems so warm when it suffocates you. Until you find yourself cold and unable to breathe. A darkness that follows as your shadow, moon after moon, Grasping into any tendril of light And leaving it defenseless and devoured The darkness of a moon That stopped reflecting the sun The darkness of a moon So new to the world. This is how I was born. And this is how I was to die.
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