Darkness

Darkness lives in me unmoved. A casted shadow clocks this figure like a cyclical ride, outcasting the self that I hide, stealth removed by the light's tidal rays. Night falls over and my sense of self becomes soaked in space. For the time being I am true to the invisibility I feel. My nocturnal beast now aware, behaving without a host of knowledge. Standing on the edge of all the lies, pushed by a force beyond the skies, falling into unforeseeable truths caused by the disguise. The way is not yet clear, still I move into fear to be proved by the day not yet here.