Darkness, my old friend

If by friend you mean that friend who counts favour and investment the same

That friend who will intoxicate you and film the aftermath to shame you, like it’s a game

He’ll watch you cover yourself in filth, in drunken stopper with the promise of hiding you, just as long as he get to overshadow, rule, overrule the truth.

Darkness has creeped, busted, lusted, slandered, pandered and schemed its way into our hearts. He calls himself humanity now. He is not.

The truth is if you have light, he can’t touch you. Unless... you give it away.