Poison

I am weak to many. They claim me, and embrace me inside of their chaos. The light and the dark. If I had to choose it would the light. Speeding me up, pushing me into the music. It takes hold so fast. Inside me, inside my heart, inside my veins, inside my spirit. It doesn't relent. It twists itself like a knife into me, threatening my life. Threatening my soul. But I caress it still. I carry it wether it's in my hands or not. It's my worst enemy, and my biggest ally. It's shaped me into a monster, a dancer, a writer, a demon, a human. It's become my bounty. My memory. Haunting and inviting. I miss it with each step I take away from it. It is the darkest part of who I am.