Theater
Dreary grey coats my senses
I cant sense where the end is
Among lofty masks and feeble tries
The roaring applause of the crowd is among the highs
Thats sunk so low into stone
I feel it can carve my grievances into bone
For the roar of cheer is best reserved
For someone who well deserves
The colour i pretend lights my eyes
When i weave the lies
That make me up
Into who i am
Nothing, but a scam.
Copyright © Ember Waters | Year Posted 2023
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