I am weak, petty, small. I am the torturer of all. My tendrils close around your neck. I kick your feet out, And you fall.
I strike you through as you descend. I twist your mind. Your spirit bends. Actions inflict pain. Words lack respect. I pull back to strike you through again.
I exhaust your mind, tear your soul, leaving not a nerve to rend. Absently abusive, and stretched. Twisted in violence, bent.
I create pain implicitly, just as I expect. And I inflict the torture that I never, ever meant.
Let Me inflict the torture that I never, ever meant.