One, two, three, four, five…
The loathing I hold for you in my heart is more powerful than a thousand suns exploding into dust.
Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…
Did you ever stop and think what the doll though when you dumped him into a pile of metal and filth?
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…
We were best friends once. We went everywhere together, you and I.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…
Your parents thought it was silly, they ordered you to put me down, but you never did.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…
Then they got you that foul little canine, and I was locked in a closet for what seemed like eternity.
Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty…
Eventually you opened up that musty box and I was hopeful, but it wasn't to be.
Thirty-one, thirty-thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five…
That filthy little hole you brought me to gave me one great gift, though: the ability to move.
Thiry-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, fourty…
Worms in my head bred thoughts of revenge, and I knew just where to find you.
Fourty-one, fourty-two, fourty-three, fourty-four, fourty-five…
I gathered some ghastly little allies to help me, stupid little ghosts. But they all know that you were mine.
Fourty-six, fourty-seven, fourty-eight, fourty-nine, fifty!
Ready or not, here I come.