Before these curtains close
I'll attach this clown's nose
When the moonlit chants touch my heart
I'll tie this hanging rope
Will the Devil peak through my eyes?
Will She tear down my disguise?
Will She steal my heart and play Her chords?
Her eerie song pulling me through the floor
Who will call on God's name
When my dance is drenched in shame?
Will She cut me down and throw me away?
How I wonder every single day
What will sorrow mean to me
When my life's crumbled down to my feet?
Will Hell's fire really burn
Or will it feel like a light breeze of insatiancy?
Upon the request of my final act
I'll do my best to tattoo my neck
With the noose from my lovely audience
The scene of my fall will leave them in utter jest.
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Author:
tema (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What if everything in your life was a mere performance act for the yin and yang of creation? What if all your tragedies and all your accomplishments were just scenes in an unforgiving script? Do you ever ask yourself questions like these? Question yourself and all that surrounds you.
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