They told me negative attention was bad,

and yet I yearned to love it.

The group told me I had to grow,

yet their reflection said to crave it.

Still, their reflection has become sentient,

the orthodox say "He'll set you free",

but the demonic refraction that birthed around me

say there's nothing more I can be.

Now the demons they birthed

in the shadows they lurked,

came out to haunt Saint Pius.

All while I'm trapped inside,

with my "ravenous pride",

you say the devil does nothing but flaunt me.

My love said the attention was bad,

and yet I learned to need it.

My beast took back their knife,

and they stabbed us three times,

before they got what they needed.