You'll say it's overrated
How darkness is a measure-
Of good and bad, purity and lie.
I say it's fake,
When you see; how light could 'burn'
And darkness is a solace
Like a balm on the burn.
You don't fear what's lying under your bed
Or what might come out of the blue-
You're scared of what lies in plain sight
Right there, but never there.
You see but never observe
And it takes you,
Just the right amount,
Little by little.
You never know the trigger
Just that- it hit you;
Hard.