What's Wrong

The Dark

die

is this how it feels?

to watch myself slowly turn into the monster that i feared?

it's dark- i enjoy the feeling of dying

to feel the burn of the midnight moon cast over me

i am unchained. i am free.

that's what i tell myself

to keep the predators at bay-

a place i stray away from

it's too light over there- i must stay

here in the comfort of night's blanket

cool and smoother than tile

i observe the stars

the beauty of it all-the irony of it all-

lies here, in the dark,

where my heart melts into one

but i don't mind. not at all.

i like the dark. it's my only friend.