myths...

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I am the Sprite in your sub-conscious, making you inner-ly twitch, scraping furiously on the metal door with long sharp iron fingertips, waiting for you to break down, letting me in.  

I am your Succubis sinking into you in your sleep, giving you more than a poison’s kiss, making you hot and wet, making you dream of deep vivid nightmares of wanting old sins.

I am the Dryad in your third eye eating at all your known and un-known knowledge, replacing it with false images, and the suspicion of upcoming destructive life decisions

I am your Cath Sith in your heart ripping away at your light and hopefulness, preferring the soul’s attempted darkness, trying to help it spread by purring deeply into it…

The World views us as nonexistent, yet we continue to thrive and persist, we apper in your daily life, in the shadows, quick flashes and glimpses, That you insist is merely fragments of your imagination …

We are the fear inside that can not parish throughout the time and ages…