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haunted

A porcelain face, eyes blazing with energy

She kneads the claw marks on her back

(she’s gracefully irresistible)

Her mind is a labyrinth of mystery,

When she looks in the mirror she does not see herself.

Her blonde hair shuffles in a crystalline breeze

She has lived with this long enough

Every night it’s been the same

The clamor more horrendous, the murmurs louder

Whispers whisking across her face as she tries to sleep

The angel girl is an aura of perfection

“She’s mad at me,” she repeats

“Because I won’t do what she says.”

The creaking doesn’t startle her, nor does the chilling presence

The one that sits at the end of her bed.

the noble vision that was merely a vision

Seemed like a vast open door that I’d fallen severely enamored with.  As fantastic as it was, wrapped up in all its royal graciousness, it was a righteous hearts hope and nothing more.

“I think I would be extremely happy to know that I’m yours,” you had said.

You were a hope glistening on the infinite scope and I, as always, was so caught up in the magnificence of it, seeing only that…

The Vision started simple, perfect as you will, but later treacherously ravaging my imagination, frolicking wildly over the open expanses like a false enchantment under the muse of romance.

Foolishly I focused all my optimism on The Vision because nothing seemed more dignified than what it showed me.

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