Dance with the Night

Just a random thing I've made, trying to get back into writing poetry and scripts, really, testing different thoughts and styles, kind of forming an overall arc (I hope)

Compelled by darkness, repelled by light

The line blurs between wrong and right

Intoxicated by the touch of sin

My mind fights with the heart within

Is it the beauty? Is it the beast?

Is there something coming to feast?

If this is wrong, why does it feel so good?

Am I just more Devil food?

But thoughts and notions aren't spells and potions

I'm just trying to fight against the motions

There must be more to life than fighting against the darkness

Surely I should be fighting against the light?

The End

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