Shadows in the dark give me creeps,

Try as I might, I can't resist quick peeps.

The landscape outside is beautifully harrowing;

Dressed in silver and gold, the darkness is alluring.

It beckons to me, sweet and understanding,

It promises my troubles away in a soft voice, assuring.

The steps are treacherous and the way is luminously dark,

Miles stretch ahead, there is not in sight a single spark.

The lights I see in the wake of my sleep

Are sympathizing with my inner freak;

The light I see then is harsh and yet inviting

The light that offers solutions, the light that offers safekeeping.

Then why do I find myself hesitating at its gate?

Why do I see through it all, see that I write my fate?

The fact hits me harder than ever,

And wakes me up from my unhealthy stupor.

I realize that I had almost given up,

That I had awoken was a stroke of luck.

The decision in my hands is confusing and daunting,

What do I do? Do I choose the darkness and end this suffering?

A voice inside my head whispers, its volume growing louder:

Between darkness and light, it says, darkness is fouler.

I try to think straight, I try to bottle my fury;

In the world of light with its ignorance and felony.

It doesn't protect you from Darkness, I resented;

It lets you fight alone, my soul felt it.

Its free will is a boon that it wants us to use,

To resist darkness and its petty hues.

Because once you go over, there is rarely a return,

And wouldn't you rather fight, than die still breathing on earth?