Bestseller

You never knew me,

and you never will.

You never saw me,

never, not until

it was past too late,

no longer fresh kill,

too much time and space

with no hunt, no thrill.

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Reduced to once was,

in history, shelved,

leather-bound by dust

in the fiction realm.

Yes, we're strangers now,

but we always were--

author, take your bow

for literature.

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Just a fairy tale,

none of it was real;

just a scary tale,

characters revealed.

And what a plot twist,

where dystopia

was born from perfect,

from euphoria.

-

Reduced to once was,

we're history, shelved,

leather-bound by dust

in the history realm.

We're history now,

but we always were--

author, take your bow

for literature.

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What a great story,

this one you've made up;

such allegory

in murderous love.

My name on your spine

inscripted in gold,

beautifully inscribed:

half-truths, so I'm told.

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You never knew me,

and you never will.

I am the story,

and I am the thrill.

It is past too late,

the hour hand is still;

you can change your fate

when new ink is spilled.