He is a man of the dark, a shadow, cowardice to the light. He is only brave enough to face the darkness, only strong enough to attack at your weakest. Seduced by your fear, he is enticed by your sorrow. His treacherous malice is a lustful deception. His insatiable appetite for grief has him preying on those who want and need as well.
A black bile infects you. A shadow creeps up on you silently. It’s him. He found you, hunted you down like the vile predator he is. No! He just let you think he’d left but he was always there. He would never leave his host willingly.
Lost and defeated you sit. You helplessly let and feel him infecting you, poisoning you. He pollutes your veins with an inescapable blackness, masquerading incurability.
His dark humor finds amusement in your futility. You can never run. You cannot hide from him, not when he lives in you.