The first time You feel 
Darkness' presence
lurking in the shadows of the attic
dripping down like venom from the drapes
coalescing at the foot of Your bed
stifling the glow of streetlights on the cobbled stone path,

You scream.

Go away, please go away-

But Darkness does not take orders.

You tiptoe through the nights
as if walking on glass shards
and dread closing Your eyes,
fearing Its sharp talons
and onyx wings

And still,
Darkness pursues.

~~~

Trying out a really different style! I...still don't know what it is. A poem? A verse? Not exactly either. Well, it's something, and after being on hiatus for so long, that's improvement, I guess. 

Comment what you think if you want (it's cool if you don't, I'm not Darkness, I will not shred you into pieces) and thanks!

Personally, I think this would make more sense after reading part 2 so...

please read it?