Absinthe

My formless body seeps into you, filling every hollow, pulling your strings as you writhe beneath my will.

The urge to play gnaws at you--now me--craving the release of my twisted desires, my fingers tracing soft flesh, filling them with my puppet's dark hunger, his desperate need.

Together, we will destroy the night, slipping through the filth.

His body, my vessel.

My mind, his chains.

Drawn to the rot festering beneath their skin, we hunt the ones who sell flesh, who trade lives after birth. The itch to un-alive consumes us; the hunter swells, and we drown in the blood of those we claim.

I've been unleashed.

I am in your veins.

I am more than whispers in the dark.

I am ABSINTHE, and you are my puppet.