Some days, I hate what I’ve created.

To read what I’ve written,

And see consecrated

The darkness inside not smitten.

And yet there it lives,

Right next to the love.

The light, I just want to give.

Darkness, I push you away with a shove!

Go back to your corner,

Where I know you’ll just grow…

A monster to slay with a sword or..

Are you the muse that allows me to flow?

You’ve taught me so much,

Nightshade in my brain.

Are you poison to the touch…

Or the only part of me that is sane?

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