There is something crawling underneath my skin—
to me it seems like some creature on the prowl.
And I am feeling its claws, its teeth sinking in;
it devours me, empowers me; I succumb to its howl.

There is something crawling underneath my skin:
I am peeling my flesh off, I am ripping out my core,
I am offering myself, I am surrendering—
for him, I turn into this sacrificing whore.

Seeping through the cracked skin,
the thick, stinking black fluid—
it smells like death; the vile creature closing in

The dark guilt consumes the fire;
so pitiful, deplorable, filled with scorn,
thus sinking; drowning–this petrifying mire.
The creature; closer now