As deep as the ocean
As dense as the forests
I look at you, and I feel like looking into the eyes of an abyss
I get lost in the swirls and waves
The spirals which you make
Moustache to be admired
Moustache to be curled like an evil villain
Some desire a lover to complete their soul
While some are incomplete without a beard

It grows, big and thick
Then its metaphorical eyes widen in horror
As it sees something nearing
It is the razor,
About to take its life
It pleads and pleads
But gets washed away in the basin
Shaving is murder