Madeline Upchurch, Mystery Man

So hearken to me you men of woes Take note of your folly and what it sows Make blood your god and listen well For your legend will be sung from here to Hell

Mystery Man - Not a person, Nor thing - A voice, inside.

A bilious voice, Taunting voice - A mysterious voice! A malicious beast

A controlling voice - Be upon my shoulder, A reminder of all my wrongs, Spitting venom into my soul.

A voice that kills - Everything in his path So run, Far away from me.