Deamons

As the silent voices crept over the wood ceiling he could not sleep. He wanted to make them stop, he did... But they just kept humming and humming in his head until he could hear them no more.

Not a conscious soul was alive in that room, not even him. 'Honestly, I can't really compromise this reality thing by changing the subject of my controverse existence', he thought with the dull excitment of a grown-up loonatic boy about to discover some glimpse of humor in a fleshless body.

It was 3:00 in the morning...

'But it wasn't my fault!! I swear!!'... Was she dreaming? How on earth could he tell? 'I just told him what he wanted to know! I didn't break it like you say I did!'.
He was an attractive man, so to speak. Or at least he always had women like fleas. Honest just about anything but his true nature. Or else she wouldn't care.
She was so scared he could smell her fear. Sometimes she wouldn't even let him touch her face. And still they were both lying in the same bed, sharing the same amount of understanding for each other.

She knew that whatever was left of humanity in him was there with her in their linen sheets and their love making by the full moon chilling nights with endless rain.

3:30 and she kept crying like a little child. He knew his embrace would be enough for her to have relief... And he did just that...

'What if you let me have you forever? Don't you think we can cast away all that evil?', he asked as if begging.

Drowned in her nightmares she somehow managed to let out a sigh. That was how he always knew she was leaving him!