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Big screen beckons, come and watch

The chance of a lifetime, an amazing play

To replay in fact again and again

The popcorn sits, calling your name

So recline and relax, enjoy the show. 

The seats lean back, go right ahead

Use those armrests, be comfortable

Because this show won’t be over quite so soon.

The flash of the screen as the movie begins

As you look on in horror because you know

You’ve seen this film before but 

That’s not what they told you

It’s supposed to be a new release

The blockbuster of the season

Then you realize it’s all just one sick joke

A cruel reminder that your life isn’t yours

The actress, the starlet, the main attraction 

And a screenplay so beautifully made

So lifelike and full of artistic grandeur 

So real, the agony focusing on her pain

And your brain takes over as the show unfolds

You feel it all, remember it all, lived it all

Saw it all, forgot it all, buried it all

But you can’t because the actress is you.

Fluidly she moves, utter stealth and grace

Feigning your reactions, your expressions

Pretending to be you in your own game

Shallow breathing, you think it’s her

But it’s just your heart taking control

Squeezing your muscles at breakneck speed

Blood roaring through your lifeless veins

Hearing the words you thought you forgot

“You all deserve to die, to rot in hell”

Alcohol breathing down your neck

His words like venom poisoning your thoughts

Chasing you down the pitch black hall 

Creaky door the signal that he was home

So you run before he can catch you

Before you can become a prisoner

In the walls of what you thought was home

Another voice echoing from the depths

The one you tried so hard to let go

Pounding down your door, no escape

Dragging your knees against bare ground

Weapons flying, no, just supplies on your desk

Screaming at you, around you, wrapping you

Pulsing into the recesses of the evil night

But really, the screams are just your own

Hands, hands, all around unfurling like flowers

Fingers curling down in all directions

Ransacking and tearing everything apart

Ripping out the entrails of your constructed life

Holding up the prize in the seedy yellow light

Not a prize really just the fallen remains

Of the starlet, the actress, the main attraction

Up there on the pitiless mirror screen 

You walk out of the theater, midnight pale

Ghost of the girl from the mirror screen

Hollow shell, stripped of your memories

A pawn in a never-ending maze 

There’s only one thing left for you to do

Cold metal handle, corpse like you

Follow the starlet into her neverland

Pull it, I dare you. You can end it all. 

The choice is yours. 

What will you do?