Disclaimer: The green dudes belong to Mr. Laird, not me.
Breakdown
Fear.
A vague apprehension; what is going on?
A nagging doubt, this dark suspicion
That something is going wrong.
I have no other facts to back this anxiety,
Just a feeling of imminent doom.
How can I fight that which I don't understand?
I can almost sense a monster looking over my shoulder
As I try to scramble notes with a trembling hand.
Alone, at night, I begin to fear the shadows in my room.
I fear I'm running out of time,
Rapidly reaching the end of some twisted game.
The shaking and chills only get worse.
Eventually lead to
Pain.
Where did this come from?
Why is this happening to me?
I cannot think straight, or fight through this agony.
My body is being torn apart
Fire is coursing through my veins.
Lightning tears muscles and tissue asunder
Converging with shockwaves on my brain.
My throat is raw, I must have been screaming.
What chance is there I am only dreaming?
It's driving me insane.
I can't take this beating.
My mind is retreating to a haven of
Rage.
Consciousness locked in this gruesome cage.
Who am I?
A creature in pain.
Who did this to me?
They will be slain.
Others approach, vaguely familiar.
Maybe they are the ones that turned me into this monster.
Instinct.
They hurt me; I'll hurt them in turn.
I'm surrounded.
Being hounded by these others howling in my ears.
Desperately fighting.
Useless slashing, biting.
My assailants have me grounded.
Now impounded with my fears.
They try to calm me.
I believed them.
Fool!
They shot me in the back.
Held me down, locked me up.
They won't survive my next attack.
All I have left is
Hate.
I will not wait.
I want their heads.
They will not trick me twice.
They'll pay the price in
Blood.
I'll tear them limb from limb.
There'll be a flood.
I'm bringing death
To these enemies, these inflictors of my pain.
Captors!
I'm bringing hate
To my foes, how dare they shoot me once again?
Betrayers!
I want to kill
Be rid of these assailants trying to bring me down.
Brothers…
They try to kill me.
Why, brother?
Against this I can't defend.
It's killing me.
He's shooting me.
He's killing me.
Over and over.
Mercilessly.
And I welcome it.
Please, just make this torment end.