The dark is a way to see a thousand colours. The dark is a thing, often shamed, the darkness a thing that gives the light fame. The darkness a beauty about to erupt, the darkness a reaction about to combust. The dark is a fire long turned to ashes. The dark is a way to highlight a rainbow, or the lightning in a storm. The dark is mean, the dark is cruel, the dark is something in both me and in you. The dark is a disease, it eats you outside in. The dark makes the deepest sinners look a lot less grim, The dark is a message, a warning, a tone. The dark is a message you are never alone. The dark is the demons that haunt your mind, the thoughts that play on rewind. The dark is a feeling as much as its an action. I am dark, as i have said. Though what not many seem to discuss is the cause, the reason, the everything on why. The dark is formed, created, like a storm. The dark has motive, to protect, defend or attack. The dark is not a person, but rather a part, the dark is a reaction to action. The dark is the devil's advocate. The dark is a parasite that leeches off of the light, so i shall correct myself. I am not dark, but rather I have the dark, it is my disease. Or does the dark have me? The dark is a thing that grabs you by the neck, pulls you deeper and deeper until you loose your breath. Breath gone, and still never alone, the dark is a parasite of the mind, the dark is a disease we all want to leave behind. Do I need to spell it out or can you guess, what is your dark, or better get, can you confess?