My story is torn at the edges and ripped at the centre
The main character has become weak but the show must go on
Cast began to flee as they had enough of the tale
Audiences leaving to be gone
Lights dim out as do the stars in my eyes
The rhythm of music fading like the beat of my heart
Slowly and slowly
Until the silence fills in for all the empty parts
But enough's enough
Call the curtains to close
As I realize now, on this stupid show
I am standing on the stage of tragedy
One day, meant to be laying lifelessly
And don't bother coming back
Once the play reaches its end
You'll just be wasting your time
YOU ARE READING
dust untouched
Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38