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POEM 52 - The Play Is Finished
The act stays up,
But behind those fabric walls,
Lies a creature born of anger,
With a hint of love and lust,
As the day ends,
The act ends with it,
Let's pretend, let's pretend,
Let's pretend 'til the end of the day,
Music plays through the speakers,
At volumes heard by the gods,
But all that's left to hear,
Is the ripping of peoples hearts,
As the day ends,
The act ends with it,
Let's pretend, let's pretend,
Let's pretend 'til the end of the day,
The emotions radiate,
Like a burnt out sun,
And all that's left to feel,
Is the third-degree burn,
And when you think you're the only one,
When you think your lost in pain,
Know that it's much easier,
To survive and go insane,
As the day ends,
The act ends with it,
Let's pretend, let's pretend,
Let's pretend 'til the end of the day,
And let loose the creature,
From behind the walls,
On all those left,
Sitting in the hall.
As the day ends,
The act ends with it,
As the night begins,
The emotions are let loose.
And another one. Spurting these out like butterflies from a... raygun... that makes... butterflies...
Shut up.
 DaleLuck1313 · Sun Jul 27, 2008 @ 12:29am · 0 Comments |
