You MADE me this WAY

They ask who I am—

the shadow in the frame.

I am the consequence,

the fire in the rain.

Got a chaos-map carved

in the mud and the blood—

Pull up a chair, kid,

learn what I rose above.

Crawled from the ashes,

a beast they failed to tame.

Lean in close now…

whisper my damn name.

I am the Grizzly—

your nightmare in the dark,

the fear you tried to bury

that still leaves a fatal mark.

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY—

with hate and with pain.

Desperation burning

straight through my veins.

Your one mistake

is the debt you repay—

You can’t stop the Grizzly…

Not today.**

I’ll tear the arms off,

drink the blood like wine—

This hunger you planted

is utterly mine.

Rifles and shotguns?

Too clean. Too quick.

I want the long drop—

the psychological hit.

Put a pistol in my palm,

make the last breath drag—

I like to toy with my prey,

while rewinding every scar and snag.

They buried me in dirt,

thought I’d rot and be gone—

but pain don’t break me—

pain turns me on.**

Come twice as hard

when you knock me down…

Vengeance is the treasure

set like jewels in my crown.

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY—

with hate and with pain.

The poison you poured

still floods through my veins.

Your fatal error

is the price you must pay—

You can’t stop the Grizzly.

Not today.

I’ll rip the arms off,

drink the blood like wine—

This monster you built

is now wholly mine.

I worship the darkness,

the malice you gave—

It paved this shattered road,

made me savage, not saved.

Survival gets simple

when there’s nothing to lose—

I devour your weakness—

whatever you choose.

Now the flesh peels slow

and the bones crack cold—

The Grizzly comes home,

and I reclaim what I’m owed.