My comfort zone is Black
Cracked mirror oozing black goo, call it darkness. I know that feeling, that... evil. It's so tempting and comfortable, it pulls you in through a soothing voice and once you're in... you're gone, you've lost. You feel a change in you that grows, that feels great but you know it's wrong but don't care as you hurt those around you and yourself. The darkness is intoxicating, you can't hate it and don't wanna be rid of it cause it's always been there for you when the world tossed you like trash. No can truly live and reject darkness, it's a part of everyone I'm just more appreciative of it. Darkness is my home to return to, my friend who holds me tight, it doesn't matter if I leave it cause it knows I'll always come back. I can't live without it no one can, in exchange for it's warmth and comfort it takes you for its own, not a bad trade if you ask me. You know it's wrong but you never felt so right when you're with it, why give up something that makes you happy? It's best to always take a break from it's clutches though, can be too much to handle at once.













