THE DARK

There is someone in the mist
He is so hard to resist
He says he wants to get in
Claims he is my twin
The windows are bolted and locked
My shotgun loaded and cocked
But, he is still very persistent
He becomes strangely insistent
His face comes into focus to some degree
I looked more closely and realized it was me
It was my dark half who wants my possession
I cannot make this concession despite his aggression
His oppression and list of transgressions, indiscretions
His evil procession leads to a regression depression    
This is not a battle for the faint of heart or the weak
Not for a weak mental physique or cowardly freak
It's impossible for me to turn the other cheek
Let battle commence, I've readied my defense
I will dispense an intense offense at his expense
Despite his pretense the lies he misrepresents  
I am a warrior hence
Victory is assured