Innocence

I crave it, but am often held at bay by the wall. I can usually just sense those that are likened unto myself. Occasionally I will be granted a vision and only then can I follow my senses to my prey. Pedophiles, murderers, Rapists, and even darker things are all I see, but they grant me a vision of their precious things. They keep them hidden within their minds thinking they are impenetrable. They are wrong...

Awakenings

He is quick to startle, the mad dreams flooding his mind. His dreams are filled with his mother, they are easily twisted to my desire. He sweats and turns shifting in the bed until his shrill scream shatters the peaceful night. I cannot see him, only sense his fear. His tears flow from his face and I fill myself upon his fear. He remembers little of his mother, only fragments that I bend. Her face appears toward the locked door to his room beckoning with fangs of ivory and blood upon her dress. She is his nightmare made flesh.

Time

I can only stay briefly, unless certain company namely the damned. He fills me, but my time is short and even now I can feel the agony of oblivion beckoning me.

I fall again