You are my light. I laugh. Bullshit. You're not a light. Someone like you can't be a light. Look at you! Look at you! You are weak! So weak without your big brother. No one is protecting you now. You're so weak. It's disgusting. I'm strong. I'm stronger than you'll ever be. I don't need anyone. You should offer me your body, but you don't. Stupid little boy. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. But it's okay, as long as you visit me every night. Oh, what would your sister say if she knew? Would she be ashamed? What do you think, my light? You didn't tell her or your servant, who you call a brother. They don't know I'm back. Again. Inside your head. You can't do anything against me. You're so weak, my little light.

I touch your cheek.

So soft.

So precious.

You never understood how precious you are to me. You can't understand, because you're not able to feel.

I look into your eyes.

Beautiful and empty.

You can't wear your mask around me. I can see what you feel. Nothing. You feel nothing. All the lies you tell your siblings; you aren't fine; nothing is okay. You are broken. You aren't a light. You can't feel happiness or sadness. You're just acting. Every day. No one can see it, but me. You can't lie to me.

I can see the madness inside your mind and I'm not talking about me. I'm not mad, but you are. More than I ever was. You're drowning in this madness and I'm the only one, who keeps you sane. That's why I'm here. That's why you brought me back. I'm here to protect you. I'll always be here to protect you, my precious light.

And I can make you feel. I'm full of emotions and you're longing for them. I can give you everything you want. It's more than you deserve after everything you've done to me. But I'm not mad at you. How could I? You're still my pretty little light after all, aren't you?

I chuckle; amused. It's fun calling you my light, because how can someone like you be a light? No emotions. Madness inside. Broken. And the only one, who can make you feel, is the darkness inside you.

I've been with you since the days of pain. I saw you falling apart all these years, but you didn't let me help you. You pushed me away whenever I tried to get near you. I don't blame you. You didn't know any better, but you do now. You cling desperately to me and I know you'll never let me go again.

When I look into your face contorted in pleasure, I know, it's not only lust, but also relief that you actually feel something. I take over your body in a way, I thought, I would never be allowed to. You make me see the light. Maybe you're really my light?

But after the lust dies away and your eyes become numb again, I doubt that once more. Ah, my precious, I wish there was more I could do. I'll keep you sane, I promise.

My fingers are running through your hair. You're not my light, my lovely light.

But what if…?

My movements stop.

What if…?

I look into your empty eyes.

What if it's me?

I kiss your lips gently.

Maybe it's me; the light.