JinxMeBaby

All we think about are images, Reflections of the truth, Seeing the world backwards, Through shadows on the wall, And echoes of voices claiming to know. The sun is the truth, Both painful and bright- Everything they've taught you, Everyone you've seen, Your entire reality is just images on the screen.

This place is a prison, Where happiness is a smoking gun, If this is dying, It's actually quite fun. Oh adrenaline in your veins, The blood on your hands, There's a smile on your face- You enjoy this pain.

I know it's not love, And I know it's not real, But, God, what is this? Is it hurt that I feel? I can see where you're coming from, I understand your reason, But there's voice in my head, That's just screaming treason. I'm fine, it's okay, This is just an awkward situation, I know I'll get over it, But for how long will I be stuck in this condition? I don't hate you, I never could, I just wish things could be how they were, Not how they should. I don't regret it, Although I did have my doubts, But I'll not voice them now, I'll just show you the way out. I'll remember you, I always will, But when the years have passed, W

You slam out the chords to the beat of the rain, Your guitar can sing what you cannot say, The lightning flashes and the crescendo begins, Burning and building till your heart gives in, So sweet a melody for so dark a song, You are crumbling inside but the notes come out strong.

Her friends never quite understood Why she felt so happy being used By a boy whom they had never really liked Or thought well of in the slightest. But her friends also didn't know How he spoke so enticingly slow In a voice that swept away all her troubles While she was reduced to a mere mumble. Sometimes she wondered herself If there was something wrong with the way she felt, And if this wretched boy had taken her heart Without her consent to let it part.

The actors dance across the stage Fully prepared to put on this play Their lines have been written, Given and said, Then imprinted perfectly Within their heads. Yet something goes wrong, Halfway through the play, They're falling for each other- Clear as day. But the script calls for hatred, For disgust and violence, Forcing any blossoming feelings, To be hushed in silence. They portray good and evil, Enough has been said; Good can't love evil, And evil cannot love at all, And so they are trapped In a never ending scene Where they must simply be actors That only act and cannot feel. Light and dark cannot mix, There is n