November 23, 2011
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Happiness emulating with misery,
Apathy tinged with unconditional love. 
His beautiful face shining truth, but the lies blazing in his emerald eyes.  
His sweet smile laced with mockery, his gentle outreached hand, quivering with impatience. 
His voice, melodic and deep, but hypnotic and manipulative.
He takes my hand, gently it seems, but it crushes, it hurts.
He leads me along, but it seems more like I am a disobedient child, who needs to be reprimanded.  I falter, unsure, and he laughs kindly; the sound of baritone bells, but I hear the superiority hidden within the notes of joy.

Are you my escape, or the thing I am escaping from?

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