Pain, pain in my fingers and pain in my toes,
pain I would not wish upon my greatest foe.
I feel it bend and I feel it break,
I won't become the monster they want to create.
Everything they did, all in one,
I feel as if I will come undone.
The squirming and worming, inside my brain,
I think I'm going insane.
The centipedes they put, inside of my head,
make me hurt, as within my skull they are fed.
The hate I endure,
makes me so unsure.
The things they've done, I feel so dirty,
what has made me so worthy.
I'm no longer pure, I need a bath,
all I can think is fuck this math.
I feel my fingers, they twist and crack,
just like the monsters back.
For through that point, my hate shall pierce,
never before, has an emotion been so fierce.
Just like before, as I was told,
watch the monster I've become unfold.
It seems so weird, to do the same,
to the monster that caused me such pain.
We're so similar now, I don't know why,
the thought makes me want to die.
The distance my sanity will travel,
I've begun to change and unravel.
I've become the thing that I so hate,
the monster they wished to create.