darkness tempts me like a lecherous sin.
it's a lust i've grown to crave and despise.
it's no human lover, it's all metaphysical.
it hides me from the harsh world
and gives me peace in it's cold embrace.
while i know too much is bad for me,
i find myself crawling back every chance i get it.
darkness is a vice;
it's grip on me too great for any real escape.
i want it. but i want not.