Post by sarah54321 on Mar 20, 2015 16:50:22 GMT
The moon is just peeking out through the locked window,
It's six p.m. Now, I understand that.
I had a dream that I escaped from this small box.
I felt free for a small time.
Though I chase after the truth in this world,
This single shard within a sea of fragments.
I spend yet another day here in this prison.
Trying to find the answer.
"Come now, won't you? Say it in the red truth!"
The detective without a grin says right at me.
I cannot lie with that sort of truth,
Not at this point in time.
"That Blue Truth cannot be proven."
It hurts to lie with that color.
Though I wish to break out as well.
I play the villain in this play.
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One of the many pieces in this board game,
They smile at me despite knowing that,
They are just to die yet again.
What foolishness they have.
Standing still and watching them argue back and forth,
Who is the killer, and who is innocent?
This day has repeated on and on.
My memories overlap.
"So then, you cannot say that in the red truth!"
The detective smirks towards me.
I know that I will be losing this game once more.
So why should I try to fight anymore?
"The killer is here, inside of this room."
The scarlet words flutter all around me.
If I can at least free myself before the box resets.
Maybe I can have some peaceful thoughts all to myself.
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"The villain of this play is standing right in front of you."
Even if I cannot seem to escape from this view.
You are a wonderful detective to this board game.
And my death shall congratulate you.
This broken, forever turning, and important world.
Please find a way to end the logic error.
The witch that couldn't say the truth no matter how hard they tried,
They vanished with the ax's final swipe.