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Date Posted: 00:05:22 04/12/01 Thu
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O Theatro
Tripping through all these lights,
stage cables burn my ever yesteryear
as again, I find myself looking back
over that black rubber snake of unconsciousness.
Held still, I am wrapped, trapped in your wires
with fuses pumping out frenzy
discarded shreds of my soul lay all around.
Taste me as that wind shreds your hair
in the septic afternoon, dirty haze
the grind the grit of resemblance
scattered and torn on this stage that holds no fear.
For I look only in those eyes of swimming pool blue
that tell more about you, choreographed
in all too perfect an annihilation.
So convince me your intentions are such,
I will leave no mark this time,
but see me in my waning days
and my eyes will remember your light.
Oh! throw me,
oh! throw me,
hard against the curtain that has no wall
watch me slide down, you'll find no need to break my fall
lay me naked upon that deserted stage
and fuck me at your will.
I will lie solvent here, before the moment is lost.
Now wear your mask for the fake crowd,
in not a moment steeped coherent,
but a moment dying
while the consumption swoops, Casperias promise
that coughs up only red attention.
Look at these people here, is the big time blown?
two masks one face, with which to hear and grace
but it takes a thousand of them to smile in this world,
forever decreasing my schedule to intolerance.
Swing the hammer, yes! as surely it strikes
each pin turns to us, now pinned to begin.
Example number one, leads to a madness at first, so sick
well both actually, cerise under a particular light.
And yet just one will make a difference, an example,
for if that isn't the case, I will bid you goodnight...
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