I hear their scratching and it hurts my brain.  They plead, they beg, and they offer me money.  I always sneer at their pathetic attempts to save them.  Do you hear their scratching? The scratching that thuds inside you.  I heard it that day I ripped the soul out of her lungs.

I see the pretty Mamas rocking babies and I smile wickedly.  I taste the blood now.  I am boiling as the insanity drips from my pores.  My heart hammers tick-tock.  Now the ticking thumps dully inside this shell.  Who do they think they are? Why do they sit there sneering at me and my turmoil?

I never had a soul.  I never loved my wife.  I wanted to save her.  She tore me to shreds with her vise-like cruelty. She crushed me and created these demonic urges.  I blame her.  Yes, it was always there.

Finally, I listened to the whipping insanity. I could feel it slicing through my veins and I could hear her breathing next to me in bed that night.  Wispy, light sing-song breaths that made me gag.  I was ready. I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and choke her.  I wanted to watch her blue face gasping for her last breath.

I trace the blade in circles.  I see her shocked face again.  I see it lifeless and pasty.  She coaxed me to the dark side. Yes, I did it.  I killed that mewling bitch who sucked the marrow from me.  I did it.  I confess.  I played God with ease that night.  My wife who never loved me. She was a worthless piece of trash that sang in the Church choir to make her feel better for her whoring ways with the minister.  She deserved Hell.

I especially loved the ruined women.  I attempted to save souls but instead they sucked me dry until I was shattered and left to wither helplessly. I didn't want to be helpless anymore.

 I will find my revenge again with this rocking, trashy Mama.  She is a soul sucker and she must pay dearly for her sins.  I will avenge men who used to breathe with soft puffs and who never felt anxiety. These bitches will pay.

Do you believe in madness? If you don't, then start believing. My soulless madness will creep inside your home and steal your women. I especially like the limbs. I always laugh when I cut deep rivulets and watch the viscous blood pool at my feet.

Don't hide from me.  I will find you hidden away in your mansions and penthouses.  I am your conscious waiting to play hide-n-seek but there will only be one winner. 

I see you waiting for me.  Sit pretty, lovely ladies.  I'll be there soon.