I want to reveal to you an unearthly secret. My whole life I have been in self constraint. I live in harmony with a hatchet in hand. My life is but a daydream and like this I make my survival. The hatchet is like an extension of my arm.
I live homeless and starving, my blood always in a flux. I have a repeating nightmare where I see a wolf tearing a sheep to pieces. As I walk, every step I take is covered with blood from an unseen open wound.
I get anxious looks from a beautiful girl as she sees me covered in blood. I asked for help but she runs into an alley. I then let go a shrill scream as blood floods my eyes and I go blind. I then cast my blind eyes down to the ground, I can feel them move but still cannot see.
In my mind I step back into the hazy shadows of my youth, and in these shadows I go deaf from the screams inside my head.
My skin feels like it is burning. I touch it and it is sticky and moist. I taste my fingers and they taste like death.
There are times that I prefer to lash myself with the whip over hacking myself with my hatchet. And dear reader I speak fast in measured soft tones for a reason. One day you and I will meet. I will then turn you out to the other side and they will find you in a heap of bodies by the smokestacks.
Your smoking soul will flutter to the sky where you will gather like wool in the dark clouds from the curtain of smoke from bodies that continue to burn below.