Her slave

Do you hear my screams?
No, your ears are captivated by her voice.

Can you see the pain hidden behind these smiles?
No, your eyes are being blinded by her illusions.

Will you attempt to save me from this abuse?
No, she holds you back with her embrace.

Have you made your decision yet?
No, your lips have been sewed together. She does the talking for you.

You are her puppet, her slave.

And I am nothing but another customer.
Another person in the audience.