My darkness cannot be tamed.
It slips out of me when I speak,
Cutting people and making the conversation unpleasant.
It takes form in my writing,
My written words always seem to have hints of terror
And taboo.
My darkness follows into my wardrobe and style.
Black and flattering is my go-to.
I don’t own too many bright items.
It drives my relationships.
My partners are usually dark and wounded.
They are almost as sick as I am.
It takes over during sex.
It makes sadism and cruel
And it can make me submissive and craving abuse.
It defines my way of life.
Darkness is everywhere, we, as humans, just prefer to not see it.
But I embrace it.
It is my home,
My comfort,
And it is all that I know.
The Paramour 