I Am an author. I write

because it allows me to dis

associate myself from what I have done.

Every evil I have committed is hidden

behind words. As I walk, I compose an ode

to myself. I walk with confidence, with an air

that suits who I am. I feel alive, but not in the same

manner as you. (I am nothing like you.) I do not live

because I breathe, or because

the blood flows through me. (I live:

I can do no other.) For I am

the breath that fills your lungs. I am

the blood that courses through your veins;

(I am life itself.) I walk, knowing that with every step I take,

I give myself to you. I walk,

and because I do, you live. I am the immortal force

that is above the laws of nature. I am

what you fear in the dark

recesses of your heart. I am the darkness

that lurks in the human mind. I am

the evil. (I am you.)