A sanctuary or a prison
It is both of these and none of these.
My greatest strength and weakness
A bully to whom I must appease.
Used for logical and critical thinking
But clouded by raw, uncontrolled emotion
My sword and my shield
A creator of my every notion.
A holder of all my secrets
Dark, twisted every single one
If I let it, it would destroy me
Protection against it, I have none.
It surrounds me, envelopes me
Close enough to kiss
But this closeness is an illusion
To drag me further into the Abyss.