Out of dark places appears,
sneaking in the shadows to not be seen,
looking for the places I have been
and searching for my hidden fears.
It approaches slowly seeking my weakness,
taunting my desires as I lose sight of things.
It strives to take over and to clip my wings
keeping me from exploring my uniqueness.
But to fear I must as it cannot be
as it was before when made me blind
to everything that was left behind.
What is this power that befalls me?
It is my own creation
to my own damnation.