There are always those moments when
Those memories creep into my view
While innocently applying mascara,
There’s a glimpse sought in my green hue.
There are screaming malicious faces,
With expressions contorted in a craze.
They are wild and they are vicious
And they appear after each phase
12, 13,
             14,
                    15,
                          16,
                                 17,
                                        18
One after the another, they all gather around
Hands are joined, and their mouths are wide,
(My hands are bound?)
Bellowing a cacophony of my vices as sounds
Chanting like it’s their sacred creed.
My head spins, the urge to faint increased
But instead they push me to the white tile.
I just decide to lay there for a while.
I close my eyes to escape,

But they haven’t quite left yet…

They circle around me now
Lying helpless on the ground
The smell of musk and ***** sweep,
The scent that makes their mouths water
They all want to feast
They all want to feast
I can’t help but cry and weep

The scent makes their mouths water
They all want to feast
They all want to feast

And the bystanders, they watch me now
They are cheering as the faces bow
They enjoy watching the show
Yes, they all seem to know
They are all going to feast.

Oh these faces, these faces
They haunt me
They haven’t had their fill and they want me

It’s a past that will never leave
It’s a tired breadth that will never cease.
With arms open wide, my chest to heave
I let them take me


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