The dreams never remain
emotions haunting on the edge of feeling
scraps, fragments, unforseen changes
these emotions scraps stealing,
scratching away Mazoku indifference
leaving him groundless, reeling
The first mission is clear
but what came before?
his fists pound, angry
upon memory's door
but only upon sleeping
does it let out more
His first past has been stolen
captured, sealed away
in sleep he remembers
only to have it stolen by day
for not the first time in his demon's life
it steals his sense of play