Dark Trying to Take Over

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.