Final Masquerade

You were deceitful as well as cunning, yet every time, we thought destiny was in our hands, the false illusion you presented captivated us and helped us masquerade our feelings to betray ourselves.

Why is it so strong?

No physical attachment has ever been so strong as not to break after so many attempts. But our bond was the strongest. I try to pull myself back from the maze but wherever I run, I come face to face with you.

My fear within drives me to explore deep into the unknown. Inside the void of your soul, where I can hear your frantic screams of despair.

But this time I smirk. Just a twitch of lips, which I’m sure will freeze your blood and your make your heart go cold. It’s not about saving, it’s about survival.
We fight wars to survive, not triumph in glory. We have always been a loner fighting for our space in the world.

Then baby why be a knight in shining armour?

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Excerpt #8

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Silver Lining

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Excerpt #13

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