"One day I'll fly away.
Leave all this to yesterday...
What more could your love do for me?
When will love be through with me?
Why live life from dream to dream...
And dread the day...when dreaming ends..."
I am hollow.
Grasping the sides of my ripped flesh---
trying to pull myself together.
I can appear emotionless and unscathed---oh yes.
They tell me I am a magnificent actress.
It's at night, when the curtain falls for the last time.
The audience returns to their lighted homes.
I stand behind the darkening curtain---
among the broken roses,
weary and alone.
Only the echoes of time remain with me.
That's when the shadows creep...
My mind flutters---
provoked by the fog of doubts and shame.
The probes dig deep,
that's when the pain begins.
with no other choice than to wonder
whose arms will catch me now.
Or if, with a sickening thud,
I will crumble and be left...forgotten.