Oh the horror of me

   I stalk the helpless in the dead of night, their screams fill my merciless soul with nothing but ecstatic joy and orgasmic demented pleasure.
   You are my play thing. On strings of disenchantment I play with your hopes like a cat with a mouse and I smile at your moans. You are hopeless, give up while you still can, or let the games begin. But be warned... I cheat.
   Lurking in every shadow, hiding in every tear I wait. Your depression is my demise for it draws me to you like a moth to a light in the starry night and you think as you lay crying that it couldn't possibly be worse... My dearest dearest friend; you are mistaken.
   You can run but you can't hide, for I know where your most secret hiding places are. I am in ever crevice, around every corner- but most importantly my dear playmate, I am in your mind.
   More than stalking, I am within you. At night, the terrors you feared were real- were, and were me. Every time you swore to yourself the bump in the night was all in your head- I was there, and it was me. Crying with fright you sought comfort and those promises that everything would be okay, were lies... But I am not.
   The night passes in frightful waves of uncomfortable nauseating pitch black as you lay sweating with a premonition of a haunting that, little did you know, was upon you as you wept.
   I strike when you are most afraid and your pulse will let me know. I dance on your back as you give up hope and I laugh as you forget what happiness felt like. When you're sick- I am there. When you're afraid- I am there. When you are desperate- I am there. When you are lonely, do not be- for I am there.
   I have not one name but thousands. Every face you have seen- I have worn. I could be your neighbor, your teacher, your lover, or perhaps someday I'll work my way through you. I have not one name but thousands. But my dear friend- you, my special playmate, you may call me- Agony.