Your life is nothing more than mine was years ago.
I curse the fool who digs up my corpse and reveals me to The Know! Oh, how I lingered in the room that night, spilling my blood on the floor in plain sight. Take them away I wish not to see these demons attacking me! They know, they see, they see everything! In my bed, in the mirror, in the floor beneath my feet — a deafening sign, that loud piercing shriek! I heard it, it’s near, this room becomes dark. The fear in me as I grip tightly the bed, underneath, in the shadows, below where I sleep — The Know!, they know where I sleep! The bed shakes and flips over on top of me, the mattress covered in a substance, burning my flesh!
The Know!, they see everything in me. Tasting my fear, feasting on me, they’ve dug up my grave to examine me!