The screaming in my head, it won't stop. I needed to get out of there, I am going mad. What am I doing... I must stop myself for her sake, I must. I must.
Why do I even write here, They're reading my thoughts. They're reading my very thoughts.
I whet my appetite for blood, Washed my hands ritually before I went to see my love. She cannot suffer the weight of all that I am. I see it in her eyes. Her little face contorted with fear, the fear of being hurt. Of losing me. I cannot suffer the weight of it.
I cannot run. I must not run. I cannot hurt her. I promised. She needs me, No. She needs me like a knife-wound in the head. Perhaps she wishes a knife-wound in her head. Perhaps that was the answer all along. I am prolonging my misery. No, no. No. She needs me.
Run, run, run. They shout. I sit here under siege. But you cannot run. Look at the pain in her eyes.
Stay away from brothels, Make haste from that woman's house, Do not linger there. Do not make eyes at the milk maid. You must not covet taken women. And most of all, you must not saddle your horse and ride into the sunset alone.
Take her with you. Will she go mad if you do, will she grow bored?
Questions, questions, questions. And no answers. You must be strong. Look at the pain in her eyes.
