He would describe himself by this: I am a puppet on strings of madness, each pull a descent into a deeper abyss where logic is a foreign language. My heart races to the rhythm of a manic drum, each beat a reminder of the frantic, uncontrollable urge that courses through my veins. I am consumed by an insatiable hunger, a desperation that gnaws at my soul, leaving me perpetually on the brink of surrendering to the chaos within.