The Ravings of Fenroy Content . [ The following pieces were gathered from the author ' s cell shortly before his untimely death at his own hands . Written primarily on bedsheets and the bare stone of his floor , using only his own bodily fluids for ink , some of the transcriptions represent the editors ' best guesses at the author ' s true intent . ] Mother said there was no reasonIt ' s just the way it isMother liesI can see rain , I can feel rainI can only feel windSomeone is hiding If I walk through the forest , the birds stop singing . They ' re talking about me . I ' m sure of it . They ' re just too scared to do it to my face . BoatMoatCoatFloatGoatNoteWrotesecretnamesecretnamesecretname He touches me when I ' m not looking Sometimes I hear the people talking about their days . They talk about family and the weather and yesterday and tomorrow . They say What a good day it was and How was your day and Have a nice day . I say talk talk talk talk . How can you enjoy your day when you share it with everyone ? Time is a private thing . The dragon hides it from us all , parceling it out in dribs and drabs . Save your time . Save your time . I keep mine locked up tight . Where no one can find it . Not even Him . Hold me nowRock me gentlyMy tears are burning , dearDon ' t jinx itDon ' t jinx itHold your breath , one big one nowOne last gaspAnd we ' re done He talks all the time , but his words are useless . Talking , talking . Let ' s talk . Never doing . Always talking . Words become meaningless . They float on the air . Dissipate like passed gas . Make him stop talking . Make him stop talking to me . Always take care when dealing with women . They see things we do not . A smile . A glance . They mean nothing to us , everything to them . They twist their smiles to meet our own . They avert a gaze just so . Watch them closely . They rule the world ; they just don ' t know it . Am I indecisive ? Yes and no . They came to bring me food today . I ate it , though I know it was poisoned . They lace it with black flour and edgeroot . They think it keeps me quiet , sedate . I know better . Sometimes I chew up the bread and spit it into the corners of my cell . No one notices , and the rats eat it after a time . It keeps them quiet , sedate . When I eat the rats , the poison is more dilute . And I gain their memories . I don ' t believe it ' s fair that I ' m forced to deal with the stupid . Or the obtuse . Or the pedantic . Yet they give me rules , like Go here and Do that and Eat this and Kill that . They don ' t know that I know their names . Eventually I ' ll get to them . And I ' ll make the rules . Just You wait and seeGood Gods come and go , butAll Lords eventually fallA God can wake up mortal . If I learn from my mistakes , will I eventually stop making them ? Is there a balance I can achieve , a perfect harmony with my self ? Shall I seek that point where there are no more mistakes to be made ? All the lessons learned ? When that happens , do we die ? Do we become gods ? Do the gods even want us ? Maybe all dogs go outside deliberately . Maybe a decision gets overly deliberate . Might a dream grow overly demented ? He knows . He knows . He knows . Stories are for children and dreamers . Poetry is for weaklings and madmen . Epics glorify the vile and vilify the glorious . Read minds , not words . I think it ' s time to go . He ' s still in my head , but I think he might leave if I ' m quiet . Shh . Shh .