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IF ONLY

See, here is your face, close to mine, almost touching.

 

Lean in, go for something that could change us, close our eyes.

 

The pain flares, I remember the hurt now, eyes flash open in rage.

 

You lean in more, I feel nauseous, recalling your lies.

 

Unable to move, stone stiff, you touch your palm to my cheek.

 

Ice cold, just as I expected, just like your motive, frustration.

 

You lean in, I can not force myself to move, our lips connect.

 

I feel like I felt before, the rush, that sensation.

 

Numb, confused, hurt, alive.

 

You cause me heartache, impossibility surrounds us, stare at your eyes.

 

I am incapable of change, I know your the monster, you threaten me.

 

Move away, I must leave, even if it kills me, I must rise.

 

Deceitful, harshly conditioned, dreadful posture, eyes like coal.

 

We make our way to the battle hall, draw our swords, begin to fight.

 

Out comes the demon, not in my nightmare this time, savage.

 

You can’t keep me from what I have to do, independence, be the light.

 

I melt into you, you have won, defeat in the air.

 

Escape, only a thought, a dream, weakness floods my eyes.

 

Trudge through the forest, into a cave, cold, dark, lonely.

 

I am you, we are us, because a monster I love, without a disguise.

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kara-mackie
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Mar 12, 2012
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