Stage Monster

In the hallways you run Your hands along the ethereal drapes Purple red velvet Hushed to the same hue In the night yearning Towards a type of blue What hides behind Is not someone But rather something For if you would know its face Then where would be the wonder? Murmuring to astounding In thought pace the stage In silence Hear a shuffle Redirected It is not so funny Any more A thing behind the curtain moves Perhaps even below the stage The wooden planks creak The dust comes out in small puffs But for the pardoning It be rather some kind of monster Eyes have it that glow in the dark Beckoning on To a part of your life You play bare-footed Events and actions are means For the nearby piano to get seated Listening to the eerie music play its perfect madness Reverberate in its rib-cage all wooden We aren't in the same location singing Bring an end to that part From eyes that track soot Familiar signs of strife A part can only manifest once it is over Fill your cup to the brim then by keeling under The same light that by the old study yet burns Lo, but by a different candle-stand The angled hand we bite

CuldeSac

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