Plato's Cave--many of us here are probably familiar with the allegory of prisoners sitting in the darkness of a cave, shackled, watching mere shadows projected onto a wall. Dragged into the light of true knowledge, finally.
I've read it many times for classes I've taken over the years, and one thought has always resounded in my head: give me the darkness.
Give me the darkness, now and forever. Let the eternal night descend upon my troubled soul, or whatever it is I have that resembles one. Give me slavery with velvet shackles that I never want to escape. Give me someone who feeds my darkness and derives his own pleasure from bending it to suit his. Give me someone who smiles knowingly as he hands me the pipe and makes me his opium slave. Give me someone who will follow me to hell. There is no salvation for me, and it's the only heaven I'll ever know.
Some of us need the romance of the darkness. The world needs its Baudelaires and Poes.