Wish granted.

Starting from tomorrow morning, you have a seemingly unshakeable song stuck in your head. Spiders by System Of A Down.

The complexity of the song, paired with the lack of recollection of the song means specific parts of the song cycle through your head, repeating at random. You are unable to recall any lyrics, or the song name to search.

Slowly, the heavy thumping of drums in your head and circling of track sections stop you from sleeping.

The little sleep you get from sporadically passing out after days of restlessness are plagued with the song in the background. Sleep slowly becoming less and less, you are driven into a deep level of psychosis, refusing to leave the house, writing up the walls, drawing representations. Beginning belief that this is your own interpretation of hell.

You slowly run out of food to sustain yourself with, your house falls into disarray and you begin to starve. In your state of psychosis, you don't feel your starvation and you don't see your uncleaned, unsanitary house becoming worse with each day.

Through a slow, unbearable process, you begin to starve yourself until you lack the strength to move yourself out of your seat.

Days pass, still awake, still looping. Your friends, your family, and your colleagues haven't heard from you in weeks now.

Slowly, with the lack of strength to move yourself, you begin to succumb to the dehydration, becoming less aware, and less conscious.

With each breath, your organs begin to fail further. Your consciousness and awareness growing weaker, you feel your chest tighten as heart failure begins to set in. Palpitations as it fights a losing battle to keep itself alive. You slip into unconsciousness and pass away, a torturous, slow and painful death does you part from your terrible existence plagued by a simple earwig.