Maybe it was the pain
The constant aching
That was changing me into something evil
I wasn’t sleeping well
The voices kept me awake
Whispering, so that I couldn’t quite hear them
It was driving me crazy
What were they saying?
What did they want?
What was happening to me?
I didn’t like what I saw
When I looked in the mirror
What I saw was a monster wanting his first kill
It made me shudder. I was no killer!
What the hell was wrong with me?
I had all the exams
Physical and mental
There were no answers, no diagnosis
I grew more and more confused and angry
I wanted to hurt someone
I only knew one thing
I needed to feed my hunger
I needed to kill or I would die
That poor spider never knew what hit him
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