It was strange to see him pass right by, almost in a taunting way.
After all of these years, making sure that he was noticed by all.
Taking the times that are told to be merry and happy, only to fill them with sadness and emptiness.
After all this time, the way he had me wrapped around his finger just hanging by a thread.
To watch as I was on edge during his newly acquired black holiday. Only to given a pass
He and I new it wasn't a free pass, his presence, the mere thought of him had ruined those happy days.
He knew that they would be known as his black holidays for sometime and watched to see how his reaping of souls would crush the days.
He succeeded, to create a merry and happy times and chance them to days on edge.
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