And when the morning people ask where you’ve been— smile slow, eyes heavy with stars, and say:
So turn the key. Step through the crack in the world you always felt behind your ribs.
Welcome to the dark side. We’ve been keeping your seat warm. Would you like this adapted into a song lyric, a poem, or a monologue for a specific character or mood? welcome dark side
Here, we don’t whisper sorry for wanting. We don’t call hunger a sin. We don’t dress rage in lace and call it patience. Here, the dark is not your enemy— it’s the only mirror that shows all of you.
Here’s a short, atmospheric piece titled — part spoken-word, part lyrical, part invocation. WELCOME DARK SIDE And when the morning people ask where you’ve
So breathe it in. Let the velvet black touch your scars. Let the silence hold what light could never name.
You’ve been walking the sunlit road too long— counting steps by the light of others’ approval. But the sun burns out. The lanterns lie. And every shadow you’ve been running from? It was never chasing you. It was waiting. We’ve been keeping your seat warm
(Begin low, slow, almost a whisper)