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Powerful Words By Inanimate Objects

My heart is living in Victorian times
Got caught by a sword in the dead of night
Spliced in two, by the sharpened blade of jealousy,
And it was my own. I've caused all this mental
Bleeding and Pain, Feelings like velcro,
And me, not being able to Let Go.
I chose not to stop thinking that way,
Hoping that my wild dream would come alive.
You see, this mask of flowers and smiles I'm wearing,
Is just part of a ballroom masquerade,
It hides the feelings that dwell inside me
And I bottle them up inside, hoping they would go away
To be a parasite to another unsuspecting soul
The pain eats at my brain and devours me whole,
Reduces me to a shadow of the woman I used to be
Oh, how I yearn to be just like everyone in this gleeful castle,
But I can't help sitting alone, just below peeling paint,
Paint that had, that night become my friend,
Whilst all the guests were dancing gaily,
It showed me the proper way to wither away,
To not matter
To be alone
And I took the wall's wondering words to heart,
So, I lie in bed, alone with a book
And I didn't even bother to pick up
The shards of my heart that were left behind
"If the time comes, I'll go back to find it"
I thought, engrossed in someone elses words.
"you're wasting away," said the book, in a kind of rythem
Like the pounding of feet on the wide open dancefloor
Those words were too late, for she had fallen asleep

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Sorry, it's horrible. I just made it up on the spur of the moment. Just me and the keyboard. I told you it was nothing. Goodbye