Dark Poetry 3

It is true that I love to write.
In my head, light and dark fight.
Writing sets my thoughts free.
I jot things down as it turns to night.

Pen and paper happily,
Some people just won't let me be.
I don't have to write like them;
It's my life and this is me.

I can turn a bright light dim.
I write upon the shadow's rim.
I can turn the white to black.
People whispering "Look at him."

With my words I do attack
Anyone who's stabbed my back.
I love to write; poems I stack,
Dark poems I write; I'm an angel of black.