performance
Your eyes swollen from the tears no one sees,
Your throat is dry from screaming to a god who doesn't listen,
Your legs tremble from running after something that doesn't exist,
You bleed but the blood is on your own hands for it.
You bask and twirl, showing grace,
Your dress flows along, designed with lace,
A pretty white, pearls and beads,
Your hair put up, face unseen,
You dance a show, elegant and nice
You change your makeup, once or twice,
Or should I call it a disguise?
A pretty face to hide the vice.
The white turns red,
Your fingers drip,
Still you dance, and screaming begins,
The curtains fall, your mask melts,
The lilies replaced with a rotten smell
You perform for others, maybe even yourself,
Maybe that's why you can't seem to love yourself,
The metallic scent will fill the air
Until no one will wanna be around you,
The white lillies stained red
The curtains torn, stage a wreck,
Glass on the floor, barefoot you.
Still you'll dance, twirl and jump.
Ashes will fall, along with fire,
You'll hold it close for warmth you want
Your arms will swell, turn red and burn
Still you'll hold on, until there's nothing left.
No stage, no audience, not even you.
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