I am gone, done, put petrol and a match to everyone. I am Kurtz and I have turned away from everything that makes a person good. I am at war with my own mind and if I said what I was thinking you would think that I had lost it this time. If I offered explanations they would barely break the silence and would leave behind no reasons as to why I am unfound, a lost plot, raging through the thick and heavy darkness of a bloodlust. I am Hyde swallowed whole by a poison that splits the mind, distorts flesh and bone. I don't care if it gets easier, I just want it over. I am Kurtz and I have turned away from everything that makes a person good. I am Hyde swallowed whole by a poison that rots the mind and splits apart the soul, flesh and bone