Encore

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By bedazzled

I'm inanimate in the silence, wondering how to break the vice but as soon as I start struggling my heart just turns to ice. For how could I ever escape, break free from this spell? There's no enchantment to save me and time ain't gonna tell. I am bleeding, overdosing, I can't take much more. This love's everything, inside it sings; encore, encore. I am crippled by this veneer and they don't even see that I paint on this doll each morning and she's far from the real me. Submerged, it's hard to breathe so I reach out for your hand and you're my convalescence the only one to understand. Imperfections, lost directions, tear stains on the floor. Counting out the weeks this love, it speaks; encore, encore. One day they'll see the inscriptions written in my eyes, one day they'll thread it all together, realise my lies. How much longer do we have until we deteriorate? How much time left until we're avalanched by hate? Gossamer-smile baby, whispers maybe, can not close the door. No where to hide, still screaming inside; encore, encore.

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