i can know what you are thinking. i can know when your heart beats faster or when it skips a beat. i can pierce the light with darkness and talk to the dead. yes i do...every night i do. and still they call me a MADMAN...

but i am not. no. how can i be a madman? just because i have extra qualities than other people, i cannot be mad. u are...ALL OF YOU ARE...

2 nights ago, i met my precious. her face was not what it used to be some years ago. there was no left eye, her teeth had grown smaller and browner. her skin was all wrinkles...and there was no heart beat. that knife was still there on her forehead which i had thrushed 3 years ago, the same day... that night she had wept so hard. i was laughing as she wept. i was having fun ha ha ha. then i implanted that dagger in her forehead and blood poured forth. and i felt so good... so good. i loved her so much...i made her immortal...

and 2 nights ago, i wept. n my precious laughed. her shrill cry went through my veins n my brain. n there was a sound, n my chest was all red and wet. i was alive, i knew. i felt so good after that sound. but then i could not feel my heart beat...in my chest...i laughed and i cried...n laughed again...

my precious said "its good to be back with you my love!"

and i dont know where i am now. but i feel so good. and my left eye has decayed...and i feel my teeth becoming smaller and sharper and browner...