I am sitting in the luminescence;
the darkness in light.
The sight is not evil,
yet it's not quite right.
This darkness is so perfect,
I have dissappeared.
Because I'm so dark,
I'm almost not here.
The lights dance around me,
Yet, still I'm not see.
The things that I see
change how all things may seem.
The shadows keep moving,
like ghosts in the night.
Now I am afraid
of this darkness in light.
While you'r reading this poem,
and you're veiwing this sight,
Have you realized 
that this was a black light?