i walk this desert at night, the wind calls me
i walk to find peace in the solitary tranquilaty
of a barran waste, free from hope, and fear and joy

i walk this desert and seek that which i lost
i walk for my name is called, endlessly called

i walk to seek the beast that hides my heart

i have found the beast, folowing its lonely calls

i found it sitting upon a rock, eating its heart,

i asked " why do you eat your heart"
to which he replied " for it is mine and
it is bitter, bitter"

the beast rose to gaze upon my face,

and behold the beast was me.