Interlude (In Between, What You Don't See)
The act is over,severe lashes are clashing,
with any joy left afterward.
You don't try and see, but,
I'll show you the predestiny
Let it be,
Let it bleed,
In between the days is what you don't see.
In fact
I'll fake my way
Deceiving you, eventually deceiving me.
When you read this did you know?
I'm trying to pull you in, and feel the
heartbroken numbness we call pity.
To me, I'm just Sick.
Trying to tell people what to do.
I'm Crashing! This joy is overdue.
These scars are things I'll never lose.
Fly away my love.
This is the Interlude
A pause to tell you,
A life of pain,
is something I did not chose.
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