It is not yours. Even if the horse is dead the skull still belongs to it. You cannot keep it or else the spirit will haunt you. Imagine hearing galloping outside your bedroom window as you are about to drift off to sleep, and then the ghost keeps you awake.
Do you wish I was? I'm sorry, but you're not getting what you want. People in Hell want ice water, but all they get is a mouth full of fire. I am very much alive and I plan to stay that way. If I were dead, would you cut the face off my corpse and wear it as your own?
I want to stay clean. Please keep the blood as far away from me as you can. These clothes were very expensive. I want to be present during the murder but I will stand far enough away so hopefully I will not come in contact with the blood.
I have been fucking crazy for so long that I can't even remember what it feels like to be sane. But I have started to like it because it is what I'm used to. I have learned to wrap lunacy in my arms and give it a hug. I wouldn't welcome sanity back now. If it came knocking at my door I'd tell it to go away.
