She was a decoy meant to infiltrate,
She was a spy meant to steal memories,
She was a tool to hack the mind,
She was the snare for a wandering soul…
She was pretending to be lost,
She was pretending to be in despair,
She was pretending to be in need,
She needed a reason to convince,
That she was lost and broken,
For the plan to succeed…
The team was set and the plan was laid out,
The characters were assigned and the props set,
The mission of a lifetime, a journey of reckoning…
Like a fallen angel from the sky,
With the wings clipped,
She was waiting for the path to be intersected…
The drifter crossed path with the decoy,
The story was unraveling as the plan unfolded…
Her mind was barren and was waiting for spring,
The past had haunted like a wild nightmare,
Pretending to be helpless, pretending to be afraid,
She was in need of a savior who stood by her…
The words were weaving a web of stories,
Carefully planted, diligently planned,
The cast was playing the part to build the drama,
To pierce the heart of the wandering soul…
But the wandering soul was lost in the words,
Trying to find the meaning in the meaningless,
Trying to find the truth in the fake images,
Trying to find love in the lost memories,
Trying to find the truth in the solemn moments…
She dragged him down slowly to the present,
To hack deep into his soul and complete her mission…
As she weaved the web of words,
The words were building a whole new world,
The walls were painted in love, and the floor laid in trust,
The ceiling was built to hide the light from the day,
The windows were closed to seal the flaws…
The wanderer stepped into the palace,
As the carpet was laid for the prey…
But deep inside, he knew that it was fake,
The world he knew, never could lie,
The love he felt, never could betray,
The dreams he dreamt, never could foes,
It’s the reflection of truth, his soul had seen,
Deep beyond the mirage of time and space,
The love that traveled beyond the pace,
She looked back into her soul,
And he could see the light beyond,
The love in the eyes far beyond,
The truth reflecting back into his soul…
It was the moment that froze with the time,
The decoy was as hollow as an empty vessel,
Through the vessel, he saw the truth,
Through the vessel, he saw real love…
She looked back into his eyes,
But all she could find was the reflection of her
soul…
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A Silent Commotion Of A Jaded Mind
