Friends on that side, come to this side. Friends on this side, go to that side.
Its time for the Theatre of Darkness to remind you of the terror you felt when your eyes could see.
When your innocence was still alive, the theatre tells no lies, and the truth lived inside all of thee.
Come one, come all and take a peek.
You may just find what you seek.
A world jaded behind eyes of grief,
or a light revealing true belief.
You never know whats behind the door. Open if you dare to know much more.
As a child we're told our fears are false. Don't listen to those who deny their faults.
Inside darkness do monsters reside?
Under the bed, the closet they hide.
Or maybe we all should look inside.
To see the monsters are you and I.
- Author: Deadlyer ( Offline)
- Published: September 11th, 2016 15:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
Comments1
Neat. Painted a nice picture that was readily understood.
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