The Dark tremours it’s way into the silky bones you wear
the fabric wrapping like an undesirable gift
around your shape.
Brush strokes of black
spread,
encasing the light of a beautiful that is.
The Good trapped underneath a lining of
consuming Evil
a hollow of belief made for the veins that hum the untruth.
You are not the dark, you are not the dark,
you are the beautiful, billion watted soul of light.
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