I am heavy. And dark. It’s not meant for anyone to bear witness to. But it is there. And in all my power I try to contain it. To appease it. To keep it at bay. It’s stronger than me but it obeys.
And it’s me.
I own it.
I try to be reasonable and flexible and nurturing but the dark does not like this. It is not truly us. We don’t understand. We are human, yes, but we were not made to be suppressed. I try to be submissive, for your sake. But take too much and the dark will dominate you, for my sake, our sake.
You can not outdark me, for you will provoke too much and recoil in hatred. None of your sensitivities will be spared. And I can not feel remorse for this because the dark is a greedy beast, and will be satisfied. I will only coax the dark back into itself. I will try to feel sorry but it does not come.
I am heavy. And dark. And after your introduction to this blackness, you’ll never forget the weight of me.