The Darkness Poem by Ibn Ali

This darkness
It has teeth and claws
No heart
How could it have a heart
A cause
I spark two flints to light and see
I want to feel
I fight to feed
The grain of good
Shadows, there's shadows everywhere
But where's the light
Who am I
And what's my worth
How do I measure from your view
Tell me that I'm beautiful
What do you like
My scent, my sense of strength
My brow, my lips
My, you can hear the selfishness
Before you pick the rose, be warned
It comes with thorns
It looks the perfect metaphor
Tonight my demons are mine alone
She lies beside
A stranger, her ignorance a saving grace
To say she knows me seems a lie
One often told
Familiarised,  
Sleep is the bane of all my nights
Her, the bane of all my days