Life Beneath The Words At Play

The daugher that once was

His little girl disappeared as the curtains closed, and the world stopped watching over her.

The blood was on his clothes. His coat and shirt. Shoes and pants. It was everywhere.

The father she let down. He was quite astounded to see her capabilities on display for all to see.

He had tried to hide her. He didn't want anyone to know about his sick child.

Shamed and shunned into a bed hooked up to wires and poison that keeps her dying as he fights the urge to save her, but he fears he'll lose her to life instead, a fate much worse then death.

The ever deprecating blame chewing him away. He pulled the trigger and killed her, only it was her reflection. He couldn't bear the pain.

The blood stained her hands and face as she took the gun from his grasp. She took one shot to his heart. The blood gushed everywhere. It crawled up the walls and over the curtains, which fell down. The audience gasped with a loud clap.

His little girl was gone, but she left behind his guilt and gun. Free at last. The cure had been looking at her blankly, staring back for all this time. A cure to a curse that follows the fate of the unfortunate children of men and women who never will ever be deserving of them, but still try to claim them when all they do is hurt.

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Just finished re-watching Repo! The generic opera. It's so bad that it's good. In other words, I love trash in the form of shitty movies with big budgets. If you've ever seen the movie, you'd know (SPOILER) that this whole poem is a spoiler or, more so, a play on the ending. Not 100% accurate. Probably should say that at the beginning, but I doubt anyone reading this is motivated to actually watch the movie. Btw, it's a musical too and a very bad one at that, but so bad you enjoy it. Also, Paris Hilton is in it.