I suppose i like it.

i barely got a verse left in me,
but my pencil is still writing,
i barely got a breath in me,
my lungs are still fighting,
oh yes,
i can feel it pouring inside me,
into my depths,
places i've never seen,
oh yes,
i can feel it taking over,
taking control of me,
oh yes,
its eyes are seeping into me,
its hands are gripping me,
pulling me back,
into the darkness that i once knew so well,
so so well,
that dark place i used to live,
once i traveled into the light the darkness became jealous,
i suppose it wanted me back,
and now its filling me,
utter control its taking,
im slinking back,
and i guess i'll have to return to the darkness,
its wrapping its arms around me again,
and,
i like it.