Sound and Fury

Tis was but a sunny day in December,
as far back as I can remember,
I was but a small child,
warm gental in genral mild,
in a club I became a member

twas my soul they took,
quiver and fear I shook,
my flesh open did rip,
inches in the butchers knif tip,
now today at me you shant look.

I am but a monster in my mind,
my secrets to you I shant confide,
follow me and you shal see,
Ill take you for a small fee,
your body to mine we shall bind.