Searching for Inspiration

Searching for Inspiration

Searching for inspiration in the outer world,

I found out what I already knew, and soon forgot—

My heart dwells in Darkness, where it belongs.

Radiant light sears the corners of my inner side.

Brightness is always appealing —and misleading, no doubt.

For as much as they long to live in the sunlight,

Dark souls are not meant to bathe in the sun.

Otherwise, they'll burn, burn, burn out.

Blinded and sun-bled, I finally recovered what I had long lost—

My shelter of obscurity, oh my dearest dark, dark core.