They Have Already Come For Me

In this terrible world- in the trees where you cannot see them- your fears are hunting you, love: they are lured to your window by the smell of your sweet blood. And I cannot protect you; not with any prayer or weapon. You may run forever, but they will always follow you- they will nip at your heels and snare claws into your clothing, and their dripping teeth will always lust for your tender heart.

And what are you to do, love, when you've run out of places to hide? They seek, as ever, for your taste in their mouths and your flesh in their jaws. They are driven mad with the desire of your downfall: they can see only you as you run through the world, tormented by fear. My dearest, although you may not know it, they have watched you forever: they have bathed in the shadows to learn your weakness. The day you were born was the day they began to hunt you, and you can never escape them; not with any force that exists on Earth.

Only when you are dead, my love, will they cease their ruthless hunting. They will not give up until your blood is their water and your flesh is their bread. They were made to track you, love, and they will track you forever: I know their malice well.

They have already come for me.