singularity &larry&

CAN'T;DON'T

NONONONO
PLEASE DON'T
I CAN'T DO THIS.
I CANT FIGHT THE WHIRLWIND
INSIDE OF ME. I HATE MYSELF.
I HATE THAT I AM A TITANIC HOLE
OF PURE DARKNESS, WHERE
NOT EVEN HE CAN GET
THROUGH.
NO.
I CAN'T LET HIM.
I DON'T WANT HIM.
STILL HE COMES CLOSER TO ME,
HIS FIERY SKIN RAPIDLY
GAINING ON MINE.
I CAN'T LET HIM TOUCH ME.
I DON'T WANT TO HURT HIM.
HE IS THE PUREST THING OF ALL,
LIKE A BABY'S LAUGH,
OR A STEADY RAINFALL THAT
LULLS PEOPLE TO SLEEP.
I CAN'T BE THE SAME.
I DON'T WANT TO STAY AWAY.
I AM THE MOST EVIL THING IN EXISTENCE, MY VENOM EVEN MORE DEADLY THAN A BLACK WIDOW, MY BITE MORE FIERCE THAN A LION. I AM THE DARKNESS THAT CREEPS INTO YOUR ROOM AT NIGHT, DRAWING YOUR FEARS OUT, TURNING YOUR DREAMS INTO NIGHTMARES.
I CAN'T LET HIM TOUCH ME.
I DON'T WANT TO DESTROY HIM.
I.
CAN'T.
DESTROY.
THE.
LIGHT.
-black hole;l.t.