SILENT CINEMA
I lived so well, without a care
Oh, those high heels everywhere
You walked across my heart and soul
And left me broken, less than whole
But I can stop this sad reprise
And pull the dagger from my heart tonight
A fan who killed the actress cold
What a story for the papers to be told
Just dust and shadows in the dressing room
Are you not mine? Then belong to no one soon
Play on, pianist, a minor tune
It changes skin like a snake beneath the moon
What can I say? The aria's done
I'm finally free from what we've become
And in the barrel of a gun
Only black holes where nothing's begun
Nothingness
street at midnight feeling]
Silent cinema
© Copyright: Вадим Ганжа, 2026
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