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Ill Fated Matinee

Contributed by night_goddess666 on Friday, 10th June 2005 @ 11:05:13 AM in AEST
Topic: insomniac

I signed up for happiness, but I wish I could have reconsidered.
I did not realize that blood would be spilt upon the floor,
that this matinee would cosume me and devour my very soul.
The bright lights have allured me into a world I knew nothing about and now I am frightened.

All I hear is yelling.
All I feel is pain.
All I see is torture.

We are all frightened of them,
what they could possibly do to us.
They are driving us quickly towards our graves.
They have broken our spirits,
which is all we have left.
They make us preform for their ill minded pleasures
and it sickens us.

We want to go back.
We want to escape this torture chamber
but we can never go back now...it's too late
they've already taken everything from us...

our hearts
our minds
our hopes
our freedom
and our souls entirely

All that is left of us are empty shells of what we use to be

We have become slaves to the stage
and we will never escape.
Even if we try to run and hide, it will always allure us back to it.
We will always be in a fantasy
and we will never know true reality ever again.

A tear runs down my face as the as the curtain opens
and I must live through my hell once more time.

Copyright © night_goddess666 ... [ 2005-06-10 11:05:13]
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Re: Ill Fated Matinee (User Rating: 1 )
by AmyLee4Ever on Thursday, 19th January 2006 @ 10:28:53 PM AEST
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The first line I like... that is because I was surprised that you wanted to reconsider wanting happiness. Who would ever reconsider wanting happiness??? At first it doesn't make sense... but the second line makes it clear. I love when I writer can do that. This whole poem is very great... I love it...

Jodi

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