A man who is wandering may never be found. Those who seek after this man may become lost. Those who dismiss are cursed. This man wanders through society as a mere shadow. Strangers dont look up. He slips by unnoticed.

Rejection from those he called friend long ago pains him. His pains rive his intensity. His intensity fuels his rage. His rage he struggles to control, awaits for when he sleeps. His fitful dreams are of the suffering and pain he had endured. His mind torments his very soul as a means of escape.

Those who see this man die by this man. For he knows no mercy. His tormented soul has escaped his body, but the demons still live on. Those who have heard the howlings of this man cower in fear. This unholy sight plagues the countryside. This man survives by the flesh of those around.

This man wandered too far to be found. The lost die lost. The cursed burn alive. That is how this man wanders the minds of all. He waits for sleep to overcome, then like a parasitic  being his pain, intensity, and his rage combine inside only to destroy those alive. Such is the way of this possessed man. Any of us could be this man.

A man who is wandering may never be found.