There is something in the night that the demons inside me cherish. Something that takes away my light.

But how come the dark needs light ? Is it the warmth of my sheen ? Or does the night need a friend just cold and dark ?
Yet even so, I know it'll be a good friend who will always take good care of me & give me refuge from humans who have only used me. It'll always keep me in the dark, hidden from the world until I become the very essence of pain, until I become darkness;
until I become the night itself.      
                                     

                                                                                                  - Adeel Ahmed