The Dark

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The Dark

I am shadow

See me?

Of course you don’t.

You don’t want to.

You want to ignore me, to suppress me, to gag me

And to hide my little atrocities.

But I am dark,

Blacker then black.

Not even the brightest of stars can hold me back forever.

Even my spoilt wings are made from the corpses of dead Ravens

Their blood my medicine

On them I feed.

 

Seek me out in the darkest of places.

You will find Wisdom there,

But not for the faint of heart.

Merge with it,

Let the deepest dark seep into your soul as plastic melts over smoldering ash.

Let it shape you, mold you, feed you.

Accept it and then,

Burn it down.

Smash it to pieces.

Let the blood drip from my lips,

And like water, quench your thirst.

Let me show you dark,

So you can understand light.