Depravity

I am scared, that my mind has become too dark,
I feel blinded by your light, and will one day,
curse your reality to be filled with shadows.

I am scared, that my scars have become too visible,
That I can no longer hide the charred cracks,
And they replace every memory you have of me.

I am scared, that in my need to become powerful
I am filled with blinding rage, destroying everything
light and good, destroying you.

I am scared, because I have learned to look up,
Learnt to see through you, like no one else
I know your light, is fed from my darkness
The purest of evils, I become like you.

I am scared, like a shell that craves to be filled
yet hoping I remain empty, for I become depraved,
desperate even for embrace, when I feel.

I am scared, despite the wretched wickedness,
I am unwilling to let go.