Shadowboxing!

Shadowboxing.
Turn off the light.
Let me be in darkness.
When the light is on, I see my shadow.
I see my evil.
I would rather hide it than fight it, so I blend with the dark.
Shadowboxing is a losing battle, for every time I fight, I lose.
I die a little.
Every time you turn on your light, I must hide away.
Like a vampire from the sun, I flee to my darkness.
The inky blackness surrounds me, and I don't feel so bad.
The terror is in the night, because I am the terror.
The evil that you fear lurking in the moonlit shadows?
That is me. That is those like me.
We are wrestling with our darkness.
We are shadowboxing.
Some, some have given up.
Their strength fails, and they become pale, empty nothings.
They merely obey their orders given to destroy the good.
Some feed on the dark.
The shadow makes them stronger, and they harvest in lost souls.
The Grim Reaper calls his children, and the shadowboxers heed his
call.
But my fear of becoming the darkness that swallows the clean souls, my
fear keeps me from following.
And so I am in a limbo; fear binds me from the dark, but weakness holds
me away from the light.
Don't help me!
Don't touch me!
Don't risk your purity on my loss of life.
He is calling.
I must fight my shadow.
Ice is covering my heart;
I am falling!
A bottomless pit has opened beneath my feet, and I have little to hold
on to.
I fear holding to your rope of savior, as it might burn me with
damnation.
Your kindness is our poison and your love, a burning sword plunging
into our black hearts.
Don't you understand?
We don't want to be saved; we don't want to walk in the light.
All we want is to take you and make you one of us.
So go and save yourself, save those who are still living in the
brightness.
Let us go on with our futile shadowboxing.
If we fight ourselves, perhaps we can create a soul for your precious
God to save.