Love the dark but...

I'm friends with the dark

Yet the flame seems calling 

Burnt once yet drawing towards it

Flame, so beautiful, isn't it?

But I've sought solace in the dark 

I yearn for the flame.

It breaks and makes at the same time.

On the border,

Flame welcomes while the dark pulls.

Scars it left don't seem to fade

So alluring,  I try to crawl.

Can I feel it and not get burnt.

Can't I have both.

To held in the fire's grasp,is all i want.

But chose be blinded by the dark...