Delusion [Discontinued]

A little dreaming

I am darkness.

My face is half hidden in shadows, like the two sides of the moon.

I breathe in, slowly, teaching my lungs how to work and my mouth how to function.
It has been a while since I have needed to be alive.

I am darkness; woven from the sky burning eternal black.

I am still learning how to breathe.

But it is vital to the part I have been chosen to play, and I will do so, even if it does not come easily.

I must be quick, now, he is waking, easing from slumber, as innocent as a flower.
And yet there is so much that hides underneath his flowered complexion, I hide like a serpent.

I am darkness, and he will never know.

He cannot know, he is but a newborn; rich with naivity.

I bleed darkness from my arms, as if it is wings, as if it will help me fly; but I am no angel.
I will not pretend to be one.

Just someone who helps.
Someone who's there.
Someone to talk to.

"Hello."

His voice is plaintive, fragile, and I shrink mine to similar size.

"Hi! I'm Will.
What's your name?"

His answer is on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be released-

He is waking. He is waking. Hide. He must not know you.

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My eyes flew open, heart racing and breathing shallow.

I was sweating, I noticed, and threw the covers off immediately, standing up.
I did not like sweating; and I did not know the cause.

It was a bad dream, that I understood, but I could not remember it.

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I am darkness.

I crave light like it is water; he is drawing me closer.
Soft footsteps now, he is only fragile.

He has grown since last time, or perhaps I have shrunk.

All I know is that he is beautiful, and exuberating light.