Bite your lip.
Keep in the screams.
Close your eyes.
Live in your dreams.
Don't move a muscle.
Don't even flinch.
He'd know you're awake
If you move just an inch.
Keep it a secret.
Don't tell anyone else.
This is your burden,
Your own personal Hell.
Don't look in the mirror,
You'll only see his eyes.
He wants you to feel pain,
Loves each one of your cries.
Live through the minutes
That go on for hours.
Still as a statue,
Silence your cowers.
Taints your soul;
Your mind, he corrupts.
You're about to cry,
And then you wake up.
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