I don't see dead people.
I see you.
I see every incarnation of you.
I see the history of your soul.
I can see your aura soaked in the blood of your previous lives.
Most people are inherently good or evil.
Some flit between darkness and light.
Few can change the fabric of their essence; it's a fight that most are too weak to win.
He was once darkness.
An evil so pure that his very soul is black and yet I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Some days, I feel like I am drowning, the waves of my feelings stealing the very air...

I am drowning in darkness. 

My limbs submerged in inky tar, my lungs asphyxiated by the stench of death's hold. 

My eyes see nothing but black. 

Yet I see him. 

And I am not scared. 

I should be.

Don't look into my eyes, for my demons will eat you alive. 

My devil inside will feast on your soft flesh. His jagged teeth will tear the meat from your bones and drink the light from your soul. 

His scars will turn the innocent into sinful and drag you into his dark pit of hell. 

No light lives...