It is night...
darkness swathes every limb,
cradles each whisperous breath,
cloaks beneath a velvet blanket
the prying eyes of pasts
long forgotten by humanity...
a creak...a snap...the crunch
of frosted dirt,
dessicated by the freezing chill,
a raged breath
rasping through throats
so ancient even they have forgotten
how long they've drawn sustenance
through the intake of air...
You don't remember them...
but they remember what they are...
why they are here...
their purpose...
to devour,
To take that gleam of life
inside your chest
and snuff it from existence...
to rend your flesh into palatable
pieces, ripe for sucking forth your marrow,
to slake impossible thirsts
with the lifeblood that pulses
so quickly inside your hot veins...
to empty you...of your spirit...
of your soul...of your essence...
smiling all the while...
as I devour you...