Stake Yourself Vampire

     Have you ever sat and watched from across the room, an illusion of yourself stake its claws into something you preciously cared for? Knowingly having the choice to wave away the smoke and yet you let it persist? My mind has withered and weakened. I cannot stop the demon I am. Doomed to the night, I will never see the sun. I came too close to the sunset and destroyed myself. The burns will not cure. Salt on dry flesh.