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As midnight strikes, she strikes as well
Her gown, her hair, her empty shell
Her skin, so pale, her body weak
"Power" is it that she seeks
The moonlight pours down from above
Time to find someone to "love"
A man appeared in front of her
His arm stretched out, he shows his care
Blissfully she grabs his hand
Feeling lighter and less bland
He takes a bow, gives her a smile
The moment lingers for a while
She pulls him closer, hugs him tight
An embrace so warm and bright
So tender, yet so suffocating
Like she'd forever keep him waiting
Letting go of the embrace,
The woman sighs, then holds his face
With a reassuring gaze
Though it’s just a trap, a cage
Like a bug on a summer day,
She’s silently targeting her prey
Driven by fear, ego and shame
Although she knows she’s the one here to blame
Despite all the pain the two still danced their dance
Her, leading on, him, following in a trance
He stared at her like she was made of gold
Not even minding her heart that was cold
I can save her, I know it; I am the one
He swore with his help her soul can see the sun
He kept on pouring his love from his cup,
But hers, full of holes, made every drop
Spill to the ground, and thus, day by day
She witnessed his efforts wasting away
His smile lost its warmth, his eyes lost its spark
His voice going quiet; his heart has gone dark
With a thump the man drops to the floor
The woman just gasped, and then right before
She stepped over him, like roadkill on the street
Gave him one last peck on the cheek
And then, out of nowhere,
The woman just disappears
No sorry, no thank you
She was never even here
She dusts off her dress, fixes her hair
Washing off every last bit of his care
This is fine. Cause it’s not real.
No hard feelings for those that don't feel...
