When the curtain's call
We will act
As if we're made
Of plastic and circuits.
We will play a game
Of smiles and laughs
Till the lights
Will fade out.
The masquerade will fall
And all the demons
And all the grief
Will let us down
And we won't act anymore.
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Melancholia
PoetryMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
