So turn the key. Step through the crack in the world you always felt behind your ribs.

“I went home.”

Here’s a short, atmospheric piece titled — part spoken-word, part lyrical, part invocation. WELCOME DARK SIDE

So breathe it in. Let the velvet black touch your scars. Let the silence hold what light could never name.

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?

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.

And when the morning people ask where you’ve been— smile slow, eyes heavy with stars, and say: