He creeps into your vision with a slight smile
When you're almost least expecting him
Sometimes you don't even know he's there
Sometimes he's just a shadow with a knife

"Hold on you need that" he whispers as your mind starts to spin
To a point where you can't think about anything else
"You know you need it" the echo in the back of your mind
Not sure of who's making the sound

Sometimes you see him in others
When their eyes light up with malice
Sometimes he's not as strong
He plays nice, for the few that are worthy and in that moment he helps

"Such a pretty little thing" the voice creeps across you're mind but you're unaware someone else is speaking.
"Don't you need her?"
He's there but some don't notice
Some don't even worry about it they just take what he whispers in mistake it's their own voice speaking

He's a cute little pesky demon
Clouding your vision in all types of form
The need, the desire, the yearning
It's a game you see played by someone else just below the threshold of conciseness