how many times are you gonna repost this?

how about you grill yourself instead

how to grill yourself: imgflip.com/gif/7q1l6j

In sleep, he sang to me
In dreams, he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name

And do I dream again?
For now, I find
The phantom of the, opera is here
Inside my mind

Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The phantom of the, opera is there
Inside your mind

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
It's me they hear
Your spirit and your voice

In one combined
The phantom of the, opera is there
Inside your mind
Is that the phantom of the opera?
Beware the phantom of the opera

In all your fantasies
You always knew
That man and mystery
Were both in you

And in this labyrinth
Where night is blind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind

blah blah blah poems are boring as hellll

It's phantom of the opera you uncultured swine

i know. still a poem.

*music

*theater in writing its a poem in form its a theater

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Ah