Endless nights, wordless dreams,
all leading up to the bitter end
A life I didn’t want, my screams
a child I couldn’t save, unable to defend
He started out fine, their newest obsession
A new life to exploit, to test, to observe
Only after his death did I hear their confession
Claiming to be parents, a title they didn’t deserve
Brilliant and innocent, he grew up an invalid
they tested viruses on him to see the result
longing to be normal and strong is all he did
their reason for his existence, a living insult
He died at the age of my freedom, at twenty-one
Returning home I found his body dismembered
Ending him, they took a life that had only just begun
My reaction, their punishment, I cannot remember
He wasn’t the only victim… no, there were more
two of us before him, each bent until broken
None of us able to warn him of what was in store
our torture was our own, regrettably left unspoken
A man years older forced to serve his creators til death
he was the father I never had, the reason for my survival
He kept our family’s secrets buried then deep within his head
if not for him I would be lost to the world dead with no revival
I was introduced to pain; pure, cruel, and inhumane
They said it would make me stronger, smarter, and perfect
The dark basement, needles, their faces, leaving a mental stain
Years alone, hopelessly suffering, none of it was worth it
I was their blessing their future, their curse
Money was their drive, fame their ultimate prize
I was their success story, but it ended in reverse
I made sure they suffered saw it with my
own eyes
I stabbed him, impaled him, let him burn inside
with the same science that made me stronger
She lay there paralyzed watching it all, nowhere to hide
when I was done with him, I turned to her, their prisoner no longer
He had done most of it, feeling pleasure at my pain
but she had allowed it, enabled him, she made a mistake
Though he was also guilty, I made sure she took the blame
watching the death of her lover, helpless, her life mine to take
I wanted to die, knowing my purpose, the cold hard truth
They used me to get what they wanted; fame beyond compare
They created the perfect human being, I was the living proof
their genetic success, their achievement, my living nightmare
I can’t hold on, can’t face what I was meant to be
It doesn’t matter if they’re dead, the hatred will always remain
their murder, a father and brother’s suffering will haunt me
My attempts to live a normal life, forget it all, were in vain
Every night I find myself here, at the edge of a lifetime
The mirror that is my existence, reflecting my choices
One step closer, over that threshold, that shattered line
its broken glass impales me, my screams replaced by their voices
The mirror is shattered but its prisoner remains
intelligent, innocent, the young girl I used to know
in my darkest hours, she is swallowed up by flames
replaced by a killer, I see myself, in living fire, red and gold
Their faces appear from nowhere, reminders of my past
those beloved and those forgotten, all shadows on my skin
They burn away as quietly as they came, too slow, too fast,
when I wake I count the hours ‘til the nightmare begins again
In a world full of new beginnings their end still holds me here
twisting and writhing in their cold and blackened embrace
through hardships and nightmares endured over the past year
I see, in the morning’s light, my only salvation, my lover’s face
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