TO THE DARKNESS IN MY ROOM

Too cursed to be good, too naive to be evil. wild thing.

doomed, doe-eyed thing,no one ever fed you from an open hand, did they?

always spears and slabs of stale hope

through small squares of sunlight.

I see you

ruling over the shadows as if they're the only realm that fears you.

daylight has no respect but nightime is wary.

and i see you

put every other shade of black to shame.

should i free you? should i give you what you've earned?

i want to turn the key 

and feel the swift wind as you dissapear past me into the wide open

even if you see me as just another link in the chain.

another stretch of fenceline to be trampled

or another hand to be defied,

I want to stand in the shade of your wingspan

as it moves silk and sharp through the night.

shadow sister.

are you the hidden face of my duality?

are you what i hide from the light?