I feel bored,
With this genuinity.
How quaint the
Smile falls upon my
Lips like that of the

Lion with needles
For teeth. And the sun
Blends and bends
When I smile so oddly.
It cannot take how

Ugly this smile gapes
my mouth like the
Oddity of self-repulsion.
I do not want to scare
You away from me dear.

If your shark teeth ever
reached a curled, crinkled
Smile on my Lips how off
It would feel to cut my
Tongue on something else

Rather than my needles.
The needles that fill my
Mouth and fall out to only
Cut me on the way down.
Sometimes I think that I

Should just tear them all
Out one by one, wrenching
Them from my bloodied,
Sore mouth with a pliers.
Then I think of how quickly

They would spurt back to
Life and I disagree with
Myself completely, saying
That I am but a selfless
Monster whom is not to be

Moved as you have put me.
Kill me, Kill the energy that
lusts me with this negativity.
Let me open your mouth and
See just what's inside without

This exceptional expulsion
of repulsion, and laughter.
I don't agree with you entirely
But I do agree with you
Sparaticly. How ugly you've

Become but I do not disagree
With your odd smile or your
Malice. It seeps through your
Teeth like this black goop that
Drops from my mouth.

I feel bored,
With this genuinity.
And it does not cross my
Mind to be nearly as quiet
As you have been.