Do you know me..? I am the doubt that would recur. The unwanted figure whose form can scarce be perceived. The wanderer of half finished wants, and torn desires.
I am the most genuine hope for more, the grieving for less. The billowing flame beneath the weighted robe. The doom beneath your heart.
I am the last terrible song. The finished piece of repulsing art. The words spoken to no one. The fear...I am..the Malkin..
