The urge to do it forged my every known and felt muscle. The need. The desire. It was strong. Churned my soul to one which God nor man desired or wished to be. But then what? I've turned. I've changed. Now what? What's left of me? Who have I become? "I'm just a figment of your imagination." The voice of me : The Novel. {Not for the weak of mind or heart. Proceed at your own risk.}