All of my insides spilling out.
Blood seeping into the crowd.
Can you see me now?
Dancing around like a marionette.
Every pivot cancels a full step.
Fake emotions show what’s really left.
Glass heart intermission.
Hard to find what’s missing.
Incognito, I’m in full concealment.
Just in time to be the villain.
Killer of the romance.
Love departed in a slow dance.
Momentum pause.
Never have I ever felt so lost.
Opening up, like opening night has a high cost.
Purchased a ticket to my own downfall.
Quiet down, the show’s almost over, hold your breath.
Revel in awe.
Secrets revealed as the curtain starts to fall.
Turmoil unfolds, usurpers exposed.
Unveiled, are all the lies ever told.
Violins reign supreme as the violent stampede.
Who was once a friend turned an enemy, bringer of heart ache.
Xx, one last bow as my heart breaks.
Yearning for an encore, grant me just one more.
Zealous of life, as the stage lights fade, winner of the zero sun game.
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With every word written, I breathe easier.
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Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
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