Pulling the needle deeper into greyed flesh,
I hate what you have woken.
Fighting against unseen restraints,
This hunger, this need that tears me asunder.

You gave me two blank boxes and asked me to pick,
To somehow know what they would do to me.
I wish I could shut my eyes and forget,
The hands that have cursed me to feel.

You took the very part of me that could save me in payment,
And burned it infront of my eyes.
The last pieces of Ice I held melted,
Now weak and warmed to pain I cannot cope with what has been given.

Plunge me deep into ice cold water,
Shock me repeatedly so agony fills the void.
Give me back my ignorance,
Take back my soul,
I wish to return to being less than a man,
a broken remnant of one who was once whole.