You stung my back like a needle, you are the monster on my back which you are, your red eyes burning my skin as you are attached to my own spine, it feels like forever.
You put words in my head that feel like a knife slowly stabbing me. I walk around and you're still there, I have no free will; you are the manipulator.
Your tongue slithers in my mouth choosing what to say, it's hard to scream but for them it means suffering.
His soul never seems to die, for that I almost took my heart to stop the pain, even though it hurts.