There it is again
That face; Those eyes; That smile; Those teeth
It shows up in my dreams
It follows and watches me
It will pop out at any moment
There it is again
That laugh
The one that haunts me
It sounds like a witch concocting her poison
It makes its presence known when I make a mistake
That hideous cackle
I think it laughs at my pain...and my fright
There it is again
Those hands
The ones that grab me and hold me back
The ones that pull my hair,
Caress my face like a toy
Those hands with scars and bruises
Cuts and blood cover them
The hands that hold the knife
I fear my blood is next
There it is again
It never leaves me
It haunts me in my sleep
It haunts me in the day
It loves to see me in pain
I cannot get away
There it is again
It will never leave