soul Whisper
    The need comes upon me‚ a wash of lust and craving which I cannot
resist⋅ Like a tree against the storm I do not bend‚ but eventually I
will break⋅ I may wait‚ containing my desire week apon week‚
allowing the agony to mount‚ but eventually I can resist no more and
I must kill again⋅ ---Thomas Brandenburg---