Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Warriors. (..I don't need to say anymore; you get the idea.)

Aerophobia

I am air.

Darkness.

I am all around you.

Such darkness, and it isn't night.

I am air. That which you inhale; uncontrolled, and perfect necessity. The breeze which moves, that harbours promises long since evaporated- Momentum and momentum and momentum, spreading and spreading no mercy for anything in my path. Shredded grass and constructs and a disturbed sea; an upturned world in but hours.

Settle down and drink the filth; swirling, swirling disease..

I am that which ravages. Fire in the soul; I fan the flames. Scorched surroundings, the searing light and smoking smoking smothering – Livelihoods all fallen down.. Razed and destroyed.

The ashes spare nothing.

Burning, burn up, burned out.

Drip drip drip I am destruction- Drip I am the rampage and the aftermath; your children screaming women assaulted the drip dripping of the tears down your haggard face.

Closed down; narrowed sight. Selective tragedy.

I am what consumes you. Instinct, base desire. I am tearing out your throat and slicing at their heads and coursing through your veins while I observe in the background, and snipe and direct you to death and blood and drip drip DRIPPP

..Are those your tears again?

Filling your vision, but can you actually see?

I am your hell and your labelled high. I can take you anywhere and take anyone by anyhow and any means.

Go on.

I am the dread-filled silence in dismal hours, the chill creeping across your flesh, that sickness in your heart. I am the murmurs of your mind from the shadows, or the all encompassing despair.

Set me free. Open your eyes.

I am illusion and delusion and the shards of your precious dreams. Fractured and nothing but complete..

Fool.

I am you and your fear and your fallacies. Your faults and the clearly indistinct in your soul. That pining; what you call to and search for and grasp at with your shaking, shaking hands- Yet..

You blind, blind fool.

I am free from all ties and convention, spitting on sanity, accepting beyond suffering and general tolerance, which is so very limited.

How handicapped you are, stumbling about in the darkness; bluster and hesitance and craving.. craving with that raw heart of yours so very, very much.

..It makes no difference, but keep going. Go on.

I am your confusion, and I enjoy it. More. Let it seep out from the pores of that vacuous head of yours.

So clueless.

I am what you do not know and what has been engraved into you before birth- you and this conduit (demon wind) may be mortal but I live forever and you offer everything to me.

(..What..? What are you looking at?)

Most importantly, however, I am air; ever present but never there.

(Hah. Did you think you could actually see me?)

Abstain from me, if it puts you at ease and settles your sleep; improves your farce of a life (does it?).. Though I. Am. Air; just how long can you live without breathing in me?

Promises; your promises, floating away on the wind..

I am Chaos.

Suffocate..

Your denial amuses me.

(..I really don't care.)