your a bit like those cinnamon buns, aren't you?

It's like ur wings were put on upside down.
your lips were sewn shut in ur sleep,
and now you can't eat.
you try to smile,
but the effort goes unnoticed.
since all you can do is move your cheeks
up and down.

you've refrained completely from
all matters of emotion.
No laughter hums from your lungs.
you no longer weep,
since you no longer wail.
whats the point in crying if nobody can hear you?

Then he came with his scythe
and pierced your face.
tell me,
how horrible is life my dear,
when your mouth is given back to you,
yet god gave you no voice?
but he made sure he gave you
what you need to choke
...didn't he?

you saw more red that day
then you ever could've fathomed.