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He is darkness.
Or so he says...
And I am light.
Compared to him perhaps.
But I am not a god.
He thinks that I am the Way and the Truth,
When really I am but the fallen angel
Trying to pick himself back up.
It's not my fault if others follow the dying light.
It is not my fault.
He thinks that I am serious,
Whilst he is the only one capable of being chaotic.
But I am only serious when I have to be.
He does not see.
He does not see that if he would let me
I would drink of his frivolity.
I would bathe in his brashness and soak in his cynicism.
If he would let me.
If I could correct him.
If I am light,
It is only because he fans the flame.
Would that I were allowed
To go out and disappear
into the darkness of his shadow.