Reading Poetry

I'm used to being in the dark, so used to it, i almost prefer it that way.
I prefer to hear the music in my head, as it tries to put me to sleep.
I prefer to feel a chill up my spine as the ghosts walk through me, and disappear through walls.
I prefer the freezing grass, damp in the late hours of the night, when the stars find their place in the sky.
I prefer to see the calm danger of the night as i feel him tie the scarf tightly around my mouth, so i don't scream.
I prefer him to cover my eyes and to whisper to me "don't struggle" as he drags me away.
I prefer to not see what he looks like while he does what he does. Just in case it's not what i expected.
I prefer to not feel is as he violates me and waits for a reaction.
I prefer to not breathe when he tells me it's over.
It's the end for me.
I prefer not to think. I prefer not to see. I prefer not to know. I prefer not to be.

I'm dangerous, when i'm alone. In the dark.

and too afraid, you're too afraid to fall for anything. and too afraid, much too afraid to sing.