The clock strikes Eleven
And there was your scheduled "hey"
I've forgotten I've been invisible
When you still noticed me at the end of the day
The day has been rough
There was school and family prob
I was exhausted trying to finish some tasks
In front of my computer, but then your bubble popped up
"Hey"
That was also the first thing
Said and sent
when we first met
"wyd?"
The second message
The following enchantment
That made me feel like
Spilling what's bothering me is okay
And there I was
All those nights
Bewitched and enchanted and charmed
On all those magically pronounced lies
Spells became an understatement
Incantations were ashamed
With the sorcery you have started
By the struck of eleven
The wizardry can no longer be bent
There I was
All those nights
Blinded by words
Until there was another light
All visions were closed
The way how my brain works
Sanity contained, I thought I was smart
But what can I possibly do when I was enchanted?
You played your cards right
Predetermined words
And practiced conversations
Those years of experience
All from different victims
Rehearsed actions and different gestures
Reenactment of the last successful experiment
Various character development
With no realization nor chances
Siren of the land and spellcaster of those poor hearts
No wonder men are fooled
And feared the melody of what they sound
All melodies and lyrics told sounded nice
"I grew fond of you"
All those lies
"You are my lune, that shone brightest in the darkest of nights"
It was bewitchingly divine
No wonder many of you were burned
And realization only hits
When it finally hurts
The moment I left,
I finally knew my worth
But in every pitch of the night
When the clock strikes eleven
I forgot what I went through
Even the efforts of the healing process
Because of the sorcery that you do
Your hold in me was so tight
That every time turn my back
It's a pity I'd still return to the same way
Into the familiar track, at the same place
After all those poisons consumed,
It just happened that I've became weak
Such a shame that I've totally become a prey
That I can't even breathe if I don't stay
Now, as I crawled back into the jail
In the middle of the woods
Back in your chambers,
Blinded by the idea of "Me and you"
I have become important once again
At the strike of Eleven
In your witching Hour
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Writer's Note:
Just memories of different people stitched together. It was no original story.
All of you were once fooled anyway.
