all about the dark

where is my soul?
here in the dark, I feel save...I feel free...
how can the darkness feel so right?
'cause the light is just a fake, painful fake...
then I know the dark is true
but how can I live in such a lie like this?
how come I must know, where my obsession needs to go?
how the passion loses its feeling?
how can I live when all I want is just staying in the dark?