Without being defiled...
His savage barbarity was equaled by the consummate coolness
I was ready...
There was no rejection
He told me with great solemnity
I must forge! I must go back!
Before I do, I must lure him into another section of the forest
My legs were torn in sundry places and covered in blood
In the wilderness, forlorn with hunger, the plan was set
Voluntarily, I began to eat my own flesh
This is what I wanted
The sound of the wild depressed my spirit
Filling me with the most ineffable sadness
I often found myself regretting my very existence
This thought was often shallow and grave
This was never easy to overcome
I sank down, mourning over my wretched condition
Wishing myself to be dead