Hidden Within

With light comes darkness.

One must remember with each bit of light,

Darkness lurks may it be out of sight.

However all the light you see,

It’s what casts the shadow to be.

An archaeologist as its profession,

Studying the skeletons in the confession.

The flaws of oneself in is vice,

The insecurities it shall entice.

It may seem as if you are able to restrain.

Though deceitful it can be as its known to feign.

In you the possibility to corrupt,

If enough done right, until you erupt.

Even in those who burn so bright,

We’re capable of dark delight.