A Kill
Switch
The
façade fools all
You can’t
see constant sadness
Or
imagine thorough loneliness
Bright
lights, liquor and barbiturates
To reach
the state of extreme
To let
out the furious stream
On stage
is a curious dream
The
terror of depersonalization
Wracked
by self-doubt
Over and
again until it’s gotten right
What if
it’s lost on the night?
Talent’s
a laugh, it’s self-caning that’s training
This
melancholy that rises
Insight’s
the land of empty kisses
Why can’t
life be the stage?
Mind
brake that trips when reality grips
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