On some dark night, it will take you.
It will find you –
It will make you
Into something that you're not –
Then that will be all you've got.
It will capture you and bind you,
Will ensnare you
And entwine you –
As you scream, pleading in vain,
It will torture you again.
And a fog of darkness creeping
Will consume you,
Leave you weeping –
Once it's finished, you will be
Bent and broken – just like me.