The savage way has opened up before me again. I came up against his eyes. My eyes. Twin black holes from which no light would try to escape. This is the one who lives inside me. The jackal. The dark beast. His way is ruin. Destruction. Tar and ash. Rubble. His way is darkness.
My shadow is strong. Every road I've walked, he's been beside me, within me. The things he knows, they eat away at my insides. He made his home in the caverns of my heart and has been pumping his own thick black blood into my body. It's slowly changing me. He wants to turn me into something else. He wants to take command. One day, I know, there won't be anything left for him to devour and he'll walk around in my skin, talking with my voice, looking out at the world through my dead eyes.
