I was lost in the darkness,
Feeling my around, blind,
Searching for a ray of light.
I hunted for freedom,
While the inky blackness
Tried to take hold,
And trap me in it's cold clutches.
The horror of fate
Sunk into me like poison,
As I surrendered to the pain of mind.
The night became apart of me,
The fluid that ran in my veins,
And controlled my pounding heart.
Midnight became my life force,
And I, it's humble abode.
Together we grew,
Feeding off of each other,
Nurturing ourselves in the others' existence.
As time passed,
I accepted this darkness as part of me,
And learned to love it with my whole heart,
It loved me back,
Reciprocation — the highest of compliments.
When I bled, it wept stars and the sky,
And it used up its vast eons of self
To make me whole.
When it shuddered, I screamed,
Feeling it's heartbreak,
Shatter me like a fragile light.
This darkness — this friend,
Was not the monster I thought it would be.
It was a kind stranger,
That offered me comfort,
And many ways to fix my pride.
This darkness took hold of me,
And taught me to love myself,
Because if I could find away,
To requite my own love,
Then the midnight inside would know,
It wasn't something to be feared.
Nightmares,
Are always just dreams reaching out,
From the blackness, in which they hide.