I can feel every footstep that enters these woods. 
My neurons extend beyond my skull.
This body is not nearly enough to contain everything.
The bodies that have fed the soil will craft a grand angel,
my dreams have whispered this in a whispered dream.

It is almost time. Just as well, the authorities are on to me.
I am fairly certain that Lee Arthurson is the one who tipped them off.
I think that fucker's gone into hiding.
I should have never hired him. He's been nothing but trouble for me.

I can feel their footsteps, preparing a perimeter in the deep woods.
They think that they are unseen.
Tomorrow they will aim to discover everything.
Tomorrow they will aim to ruin everything.

Tomorrow will have to be when I reunite with the bodies I have buried.



We will be one.