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A Maquerade Ball
The moonlight shines on humanity
 And gives stolen light from the sun
 Everyone smiles and dances
 Everyone is content and fine
 We lock hands and
 You look into my eyes
 You say you love me, and the night is mine
 Cheerful laughter is all around us
 You smile, and I’m in love
 You wrap your arms around my body
 We twirl in circles, then you let go
 And appear behind me
 You repeat your words from before
 “I love you,” 
 You say as the knife enters my back
 And pierces my heart, a lethal attack 
 Your lies pierce through me like a dagger
 Your smile diminishes, and the mask peels off
 I turn around my vision blurred
 As I take in the sight of this hideous monster
 I scream, then the dancing stops
 Everyone smiles as they step closer
 And the mask fall
 “Love, don’t you see?” he asks
 “What is a masquerade Ball without masks”
 My face is twisted and deformed as I fall down into a black pit
 Death’s cold fingers pull at my soul towards the pit, and I slip
 Blood pours from my broken pierced heart
 I close my eyes…
 
 
 “Wake up” a soft voice whispers
 I scream, because it’s the mask of the monster
 “Calm down, it was all a dream, just a bad dream”
 My hands touch his face, and I let my fingers run over his skin
 Of Course it’s real 
 “Why don’t you just lay down” he says
 “I’m fine, might as well get ready”
 He nods then leaves out the door
 I look in the mirror
 And I see the scar from where I was stabbed in the back
 My heart throbs, and tears fall from my eyes
 Then finally at last I smile through the  pain and I face the world
 I smile at people as they walk past, and they smile back
 Everyone seems happy, even me
 After all you can’t have a Masquerade ball without masks

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