I heard voices,
voices so disturbing,
they chilled every freckle
on my nerves.
I walked beside mortals
who'd not flinch
before cutting and having
my flesh for
a routine dinner
like pieces of
raw meat.
I sang songs
about death
and fear
and complexities
that would likely
wither me off
to the unknown.

All of this,
and then,
I woke up.
.
.
Or so I thought.