I'm the ominous one in the dark
you’ll soon regret you freed.
After you see my black heart
I’ll get to hear your pitiful pleas.
But you'll never know when it's time
for all this sickness to start.  
I’ll lull you into a false sense of security first
to ambush all your good moods,
turning the tables so you feel trapped,
so I can poke at all your open wounds.