My Beloved Dark

I talk to the Dark,
All alone at night,
I tell it my secrets,
About the wars that I fight.

I whisper of blood,
Of death and the cold,
I can hear it speak softly,
Of the thoughts that I've told.

I cry with the stars,
The moon lends an ear,
My sanctuary is Dark,
Always so near.

I tell tales of my silver,
The red that it spills,
The Dark only listens,
As I dream of these thrills.

I scream about the fights,
The dispute inside my head,
Where my enemy knows my faults,
Because my enemy is me.

The Darkness is still quiet,
As I mumble my last thoughts,
I fall asleep the loser,
Of the battle I just fought.

My Beloved Dark will never judge me,
Never tell me I'm okay,
Even though it will hear me,
The Dark can't take my pain away.

It is there to just listen,
What no one else can see,
I know the burden of my choices,
The Dark can't set me free.