My blue 2mm clutch pencil.
It is topped with a pair of electric blades.
Blades for shaving.
Sharp and precise.
They tie me to my chair, hold a mirror in font of my face.
They skin my face with the beard and moustache as I watch.
It is my fucking pencil you arseholes!
It is meant for drawing!
The pain is unbearable.

I wake up.
Feel my face.

If the world just leaves me alone, I can get some sleep at night!