I am the thing you see out of the corner of your eye. I am that sudden chill and feeling of momentary isolation you sometimes feel. I am the thing that watches you sleep. I am that momentary glimpse of horror you sometimes see when you look into a mirror. I wallow in your pride and feed off your pain. You sense me, you feel me, you know me, although afraid to speak of me, you know what I am. You are mine and you are welcome eternal.