Life From A String
Blank words stare;
Infinite curtain calls
Close in on existance.
Gotta put on a show
Or they'll put you out.
Misery, trial, error,
Mysterious bouts
With hope and pain;
Poor reception,
Theatre to taint
Deceptive girls
And degenerates
To take the blame.
All that's left are
Bluffing word games,
And dead stale fame.
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