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Jan 3
<Act I>
It's probably been far too long
I've been keeping all my doors closed now
It's what you have to do
When you live inside haunted houses
Would it be different if I'd said
I wish I were haunting you

If it's not real
Turn all of my lights on

Hold my hand
And let the candlelight die

<Act II>
Sledgehammers can take the bricks out
Broken walls, unopened windows
Don' erase your pictures - just black the eyes, and hide
Cause once in a while... I see you smile
Through your pain
What are you doin'... to me

If this is real
Why are there no shadows

Turn off the lights
Hold my hand
Don' leave me alone

<Bridge>
Light
Illuminate my night

Night provide
Somewhere to find the light

<Act III>
Resigned
Satisfied
In my closed casket
It's how I'd have it

Consigned
To leave behind
Let that me die

<Break>

You planned my escape
You loved me back to life

Hold my hands
Darlings don't let go

In quicksand
We'll keep each afloat

Be my lifelines
I'll be your pilot light.
In the style of "steal the show" by Lauv

This is for Emily and Larissa.

There is no better expression of poetry than the light and shadow cast by a candle in the dark.
Written by
Brass Knuckles Mike  37/M
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