the theatre of sef revisited

The Theatre of Self Revisited/
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I'm sitting in
The Theatre
of Self (again.)
Watching The
World roll by
like some Moving
Picture on A
Fuzzy Screen.

Senses jumbled,
and confused...

The Sky tastes
like Dirt..
My Screams
smell Bloody..
and Bellicose Tears
Thunder from my
Eyes. (deafening me.)
_

I'd give anything
to feel once more
the Pain of Memories..
now that they are
numb, and fading into
inaccessible chambers
out of Reach.

Somewhere
like an Abyss..
(I call my Heart.)
Where I earned
My First Damned
Kiss. (from The
Ever-growing
Dark.)
_

Today is a Rerun..
Episode Thirteen
from a Past Life;
and it's just getting
to The Part where
I say F?ck it, and
retreat somewhere
in the corner with a
Knife, to take back
the Control I lost
somewhere along
the Way.
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but Damn...
The Blade
Smells Like
 Rage..

Like Love cast
Headlong into
The Flames...
where I can only
sit as a Pssenger
in this Theatre of
Self...

(and Burn for the
Return of Memories
which now Fade.)

J.Stephen.H.