Shy as a willow- o- wips  
Shallow as the forgotten
Monstrous as the devil they call me  
  
I am the thing that suffers from all pain
     from all knifes
       From all people
Calling me for what I seem to be
Teeth like crashed glass
Eyes like cold storms I am what you call  a nightmare, the thing you can't explain. The thing that is forgotten.
The thing that can't be seen.