Humans fear the dark,

But what happens for those who seek it?

Does it make them less human,

Does it make them creatures?

Why do they like the dark?

Why do they seek it?

It’s not beautiful

It’s wickedly evident

That these people are not normal

We are not normal

We are the monsters that lurk in the shadows of steeples

Rejects that know their own worth as human’s equals

We may be different

We may be odd

But that’s cause the darkness

Has mercy on us