Love

The sound draws you to it like a moth drawn to a light.

Iresistable.

It longs for attention

To be picked up and cradled by a mother's arms.

To be sung to until it falls asleep.

To be cared for day in and day out.

It longs for love.

So it cries in the darkness, the sound echoing around you.

No one there to listen but you.

You step closer, its sound pulling on your heartstrings.

Its wailing song dragging you in like a siren's call.

Soon you're standing right beside it.

Close enough to touch.

It waves its pudgy arms towards you, begging to be held.

To be comforted,

Its pure face warped with its tears.

Don't let the adorable face fool you.

If you look closer, you'll see that

Its mouth is filled with sharp teeth.

Its tears a sickly yellow.

Its eyes filled with the malice of the Devil himself.

For its no ordinary human child calling to you.

It's a creature of darkness that feeds on the purest of emotions.

Love.

Whittling away at your defenses and manipulating your instincts like a puppet on string.

It draws you closer.

Closer.

Closer.