A desire to better self, attempts seem feeble.
Apparently only grown into a different type of evil.
An evil in which I'm fond, one deep in cerebral.
Darkness is but a friend, yet another to see through.
Never let it control me, but treat it as an equal.
You see the dark is just a light in which we can't understand.
Everyone has their own but most just reprehend.
Don't give it a chance, yet a part of you it represents.
It's educated you, yet you can't help but pretend it doesn't exist.
If you can't present it then who can you truly call "friend"
So this evil that I've grown to fall in love with,
Is simply that even in my own darkness, I am content.
