I am the darkness
Hidden behind a face of light.
The excess of sex, passion, and lust.
It runs through my veins
Injecting its poison into
I lurk in the impluses–the manipulation of oneself.
The one of light trying to chain a door made of glass.
The darkness no one knows; the soulless without guilt.
How could this seed be planted and still bloom without light?
Its food of anger and hate soaked in its dirt.
Scratching the glass to cause a world of hurt.
The dignity and pride of being shameless;
the temptation of freedom at a whim.
The one that’s just as powerful
Who watches and waits for when the
Glass to be broken–
the lighted one, will already have fallen.