I wrap myself in my cloak of darkness.
It protects me from myself.
It becomes a drug.
I bury myself in it for hours.
I know that my expectations of it will never fall short of the eager shadows.
It bites down on my skin.
It gives me rashes.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
But everyday, I make the choice to fall into its arms.
No more.
Not today.
No shame.
No pain.
No sickness.
No more of the darkness.