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
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38
 
                                               
                                                  