i find myself, often thrilled by darkness;
the creatures which silently lurk about,
those who thirst for wretched souls,
a treasure to them so golden, those
who hunger for the impure hearts and
cringe at the sound and sight of frolic.
i find myself, implicated in the endeavours
of those whose sole purpose, is for
the atrophy of others who strive
for prosperity entirely;
all because of envy, jealousy, hate;
i find myself, alluded by this darkness,
but also, intrigued by its beauty,
darkness, not only scrutinized incongruously,
but discerned as unique and erotic artistry,
fully expressing itself, stretched in
full excellence of melanin,
its possessor, is richly blessed.
- k y r v t
