End Scene

Friday, October 05, 2007
End Scene.

The stage is built.
Scene set.
Pose in place.
Not a single crack in my smiling face.
Blind to the outside.
Mirrors crack. Shatter.
Drop our masks, scream
Fingertips can't quite reach.
Feel like a tattered seam.
Find a new pose.
carry on.
Brew the coffee, smell the rose.
Simply not what it seems.