My stomach turns and crumbles,
My heart it breaks and aches,
I wish to say, all I can manage is to groan.
I wish to sleep, all I can manage is to growl
in the pain, a new night, yet story the same,
Every single day, all over again.

My skin is being peeled, and I bleed,
to death, only to be reborn with the same fate.
Piece by piece my limbs are being taken apart,
My misery is a work of art.