These darkened walls are growing smart.
They've soaked in yells and cries.
The body with a beaten heart
Is now what darkness dines.
It's lying there, unseen, unknown,
Out cold or out life...
With scarlet scars and speechless moans,
In shadows moving by.
There's no one here and no one there,
Behind the frightening scene.
The mystery is in the air,
The act is on the screen.
Behold its melting role and mask,
Applaud, delight and glote!
While all the guestions, left unasked,
Are burning up your thoat.
The only way to see it through,
Not staring at the play,
Is to become a victim too.
Reliant, yet affraid.
So let your demons wild and free,
So feel the taste of sense!
And here's a knife, the only key
To answer, in your hands.
Action!
© Copyright: Анна Рычок, 2018
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