So, it seems you've given up all hope...
Your body, decaying and death slow?
Was it really the fear of death that met your end...
Walking too close to the cliff-
Or maybe it was killing a friend?

The screams, the terrors, haunt your dreams.
All night...I can hear you scream.
Yet, you still fight on, grasping for the light of day.
Still fighting back and resisting. Be that as it may...
That dread is a part of you now.

Cherish your nightmares, and embrace your pain.
Because that is the only thing you've gained.
There is no hope, no prophecy of peace awaiting you.
Because a world of shadows and murderers is the only view.
You call me a demon, a formless-shadow driven by bloodlust and revenge?
Hehe...maybe...i'm just playing pretend~.

At least you know what it's like to hurt...
I feel nothing.
If I can't rest, then I'd rather be suffering...
You confuse living for happiness?
Even though you live in a world with so much badness?

Well...life isn't a paradise. But at least you got to know what it's like to feel that liveliness.

But if I can torment you, then maybe I will...know what's it like to 'feel'..?
And I will enjoy every second I spend.

Stalking...whispering, gazing at you. Jealous of your life. And maybe...just maybe. I will be the one to wield the knife. In this realm of fiction and dreams.

That...is where you will find me.