Hard is the Path : #1. It Begins

There is blood spattered on the walls..
I'm naked
Up to my ankles in it..
Chainsaw glazed with gore..
How did i get here...
Where was i last night...
There is something in my fist..it looks like a talon.
There is a glow coming from the nightstand drawer..
inside is an oval piece of metal..a pendant perhaps..
embossed on its surface is the rude effigy of a cavorting devil..
This small talisman gives me comfort..
There is a brief case on the table..
Its full of money...
When look down at my chest i see strange symbols tattooed on my skin..
This is all very puzzling..why cant i remember?
i need to leave..
i take the briefcase,and the jacket i put the claw in my pocket
i find a pair of sneakers in the closet with the jacket
Last I put the talisman in my pocket..it feels good there....feels right for some reason
i also take the corn-beef sandwich and beer from the fridge..
i step out into the rain..
where is home...
I feel there is something i need to do , what , i don't know
I'll figure it out on the way...but right now i need to get far away..
the rain washes the worst of the blood away..
i worry the barbed wire out of the wound..
i walk..slowly..searching for a snatch of familiar
but its like chasing a puff of smoke..
almost.. but never all there..
i will remember..i need to find answers to these questions...
last thing..
there was an empty tote bag under the bed..
i took the chainsaw too..