#Perhaps Ralsei represents to Kris an unhealthy coping mechanism

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60 - Darkened Dreams

I'm the monster underneath your bed, reaching out with blackened claw for your hand, the darkness that embraces you at night and whispers in your ear that you're never alone.

I'm the secret that yearns to be spoken, the shame and the sorrow that coddles and soothes, a weighted blanket over your frightened mind. I dwell in the darkened corners of your subconscious, the gardener of your own defiled paradise, your deepest fears and most twisted desires given voice.

I know what you are, and I know what you want. Won't you let me give it to you, won't you let yourself accept me? I only desire what you do, to love and be loved, and doesn't everyone deserve that? You can have it all, if you just take my hand a moment and let me drag you down into this delicious pit we've dug for ourselves.

And I won't deny that they try, but you and I both know they can't be what you need... there's too much of them, all jagged edges that catch and tear at our perfect phantasmagoria, searing rays that sting the eyes and leave tattered truths in their wake.

No... better to stay here with me in the sumptuous sheets of the bed we've sullied together. What need is there of the outside, where disappointment rules eternal, when everything we could ever dream of resides here in the darkness of our psyches? Take me to your heart now, oh weary light, and bring this sickly rose to flower! In this garden of unearthly delights let us make our unholy vows, and be wed this night in miserable bliss.

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The Dark Menagerie No. 60

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