The presence

Everywhere I go, I am followed by a presence

A presence that terrifies my bones and my mere essence

Doesn't matter when or where, He is always here

I smile but deep inside I know the end is always near

I try to run, I try to hide but he is always in reach

Losing my strength, like my blood is being devoured by a leech

Weaker and weaker until I collapse like a castle made out of sand

Sicker and sicker, until I give up and die by my own hand