When I turned my room lights off,
I did so with the oddest faith:
"The moonlight will flood in,
and wash away my inner wraith,
Like stars will glow the edges of
the blades that have always been."
But all that flooded, gushed inside,
Was a dark, suffocating tide
Of all the darkness of that night!
It pinned me down, I couldn't fight,
Leaving me breathless, pinning for a little light!
My scars were lost in the dark.
The inner night then flooded out,
Then was lost without a doubt!
The dark was no more an enemy,
It was dearer than any light!
I belatedly embraced my inner night.