I can't spell masqerade, but that just annoys me, the real point of this thing is that this written to music, with the 1st and 3rd line in each verse coming out of the left speaker, and the 2nd and 4th out of the right...

it is based on real events tha



On the stage of dreams



a ghost of the past

a knife meant to last

as the blade leaves your soul

another will fill the hole


when lightning strikes

on a clear day

be not afraid

of what you hear yourself say


I burn down the house with the rotten foundation

salvation plantation

I reap the weeping willows

I rest my head, on torn pillows


I awake

still, the haunting

I am reborn, remembering, re-torn

breaking the oath never sworn


what circus parade, what masqerade

what arhaic serenade,

what is this play about to start?

this mutilation of the heart


will there be laughter,

happiness long sought after,

will the wingless fall?

or rise above us all?


the stage of dreams

remains empty

when the ghost screams

I hear a voice from within me


you are the actor

the script is still being written

the show must go on

once you are bitten




Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2008-11-20 at 15:53

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