Kill the lights. ..

The production is over.

Carved down. Scraped

Away.

Remove the mask

And weep.

Haunting. Reflecting

Wandering

Who are you now?

Bare naked and

Tossed out

Step aside my dear

Scattered pieces

Ruined.

Molded and Molested

It's the changing of the guards.

in the darkening of our lives

you and i sparked;

found light in each other’s impending destruction.

in the final rays of blinding

you and i sparked;

found darkness in each other’s fading kindle.

again and again, this world

did not want us, did not

take us for what we were;

again and again,

we faced the fire for what we did.

we are the magic

were the magic

that gave this town life.

and we were left as nothing but footnotes

in the pages of dusty, forgotten books.

An old friend called me yesterday

Reminded me of my past

The past I chose willingly

To rip away from

The professional prop player

A life very few were willing

Or able to scratch from the skin

Much like a tattoo

The gambler

Over 20 years in the asylum

Now I walk through the desert

To the promise land alone

They still don't understand

They think I will be back

But I won't

Blocked by day

Overflowing by night

If only I had a way

To write down every story plot

I have dreamt up at night

Maybe then my morning writes

Wouldn't seem so cruel