You wait for me in the night,
gliding through my room.
Hiding among the darkness here,
you've eaten up the moon.
Sitting in your stool,
you've taken out your tools.
Tonight's the night we duel,
as you unwind your spools.
I've felt the thread you have,
and all the needles you carry.
Let my mouth settle first,
this operation is quite scary.
My smile seems so real,
you'd never know how to feel.
If I tell you how I deal,
the way you've kept my lips sealed.
Now I stare into the dark,
laying in my bed.
You walk towards the light,
as you spin the thread.
In and out, in and out,
you've covered my whole mouth.
Now my pain is full of doubt,
now it holds no sound.
The needle pierced into my lips,
your hooks stuck in my cheeks.
Make sure you don't spill too much blood,
I'm already very weak.
Once again you made my smile fake,
another day you've chose to take.
My mind's begun to cry and shake,
this carpet you step on keeps me awake.
I can hear you walking,
tapping your feet away.
You're a real life nightmare now,
but you turn to dust at day.
Hide your work inside your files,
you've claimed that you'll play here awhile.
You made another victim's profile,
another human you've forced to
smile-
Have you ever been forced to smile through anger?
This is what the poem's for.
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