He follows you around in your despair and shows you how much he really cares with his soulless glares and silent bewitchment of your hapless spirit.

Each fang in his mouth representing a painful memory as he latches to your helpless perception. He bends and twists your reality until all you see is the agonizingly painful memories, children of your inexorable mistakes. You fall weak into his arms, only bringing yourself to face the speeding freight train of the past with a cold, dead, consciousness. They call him the pain monster.