that which comes from behind

"What is your fear?"

"That it is me at the end. I looked backwards through silence. I think I reached out for something, it may have been the end. I may be the greatest enemy, I may be the end. I made dreams out of this, the deepest fears of all time, I brought back and unleashed into Gods.

The Weavers were made, I made them with my hands and the knife, I carved them from the first egg to break and the first tooth to snap. They were made and then they were lost. I had sat with them, amazed and amazing, making tapestries of hells, and they had looked on in terror and in wonder and loss, because there was nothing they could reach into to find evil and wickedness like that which I could summon. I had carried Hate backwards, it rubs off, it rubs in, it was a decongestant that allowed me to breath and forced me to stink. I had walked back to pure, but the trail was still there and I rolled in it like a dog in the shit of a fox, because I knew that I needed it to win, and that is all I have ever been about, winning, losing in order to win."