Darkly Dreaming

In the shadow of the night, a creature stirs. Stimulated by the essence of reality, but focused on mortality. The creature stirs to awaken the darkness inside him. To open the depths of the soul and carve it into something he can relate to. The emptiness inside needs to be filled by the corpses of others. Creating a world where he can reside, where he can feel, where people notice the emptiness inside him. Flesh and blood stimulates him through the slashing of limps. Relishing in the initial slice through flesh and bone, creating a whole where streams pour out bright red. Stains develop on his clothing, splotches appear, creating a delicious feeling inside him. The hunger is there, enveloping him. Slicing limbs, he bags the victim, hiding the evidence in the watery depths. The hunger has subsided for another day. A slice of life has taken away.