dead lives rive from my human hide when the cult had come for me i could have got away but didn t i couldn t be the one to cause this any longer had it been a day or a year inside this skin i could not tell the faces i had captured over centuries took hold i became a kind of hunter eating pelts of pleading meat to acquire their appearance taking their form with will alone alive and crawling out of me to catch its prey shed you foreign poison peltry take the rind you want seen to be a wicked omen despite attempts to hide my live birthmark crown of a dark demon tar i d taken back with me from the other side there is no god for if there was then how d this evil take me it seeped and crawled its way along my face as mother wept  stealing identities from every skin it sees growing with urgency when he tried to cut it off many a time to no avail it would take my livid father s manic features laughing at him as he tried to hack them off his son knowing that he could not end my life he took his own mother mourned the death of him and knew that many more would follow if i didn t leave right then heading out into the woods i promised i would never come back i thank the dead that she knows not what i have become taking over adolescent tendencies to feed to hunt to kill to change decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow there is no time or end behind this epidermal prison my thread of youth imprisoned tortured by immortal victims i am the involuntary doppelgnger i can not stop it my skin is alive all of the time i ve spent inside it i never thought it could be calling out to any other involuntary doppelgnger had it grown bored of its feed or gained knowledge with time whatever the change had been i felt it emanating information had it tried to send a beacon warning them to stay away i heard the voices calling back involuntary doppelgnger had it tried to send a beacon warning them to stay away i heard the voices calling back involuntary doppelgnger one last face it had to acquire before it s caught the menace cloak found her still alive and skinning bodies of her own it appeared she had done the same as i for all this time to see her son again and there i stood the cloak of others made her impossible to recognize she carved me like any other martyr of our curse when the cult had breached our cabin taking me to be a random victim of the doppelgnger heading out into the woods i promised i would never come back i thank the dead that she knows not what i have become taking over adolescent tendencies to feed to hunt to kill to change decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow my tongue speaks in a cadence that only a u m can decipher void of bidding heading out a very heated inner wreathing of a demon with intent to animate and be gone