And All That’s Staged Is The World

I remember the day
Yet this night seems so familiar
As though every waking second is
Lived through this curtain of darkness

The air is still
Cold, and yet, something about it
Tastes so sweet, offers hope and
Hope offers so much more than itself

The most generous of words, the promise
Of something, anything
Hope reaches out and grips in
I’ll ride these midnight moments

A gift or curse, forget
The cliches and lose the cynicism
Not everything is satire, no need
To be such a cunt

And don’t act so offended by loose lips
And lexical slips, if these words reach you
Or hurt your soft sensibilities
Just brush it off, or vindicate my vulgarity

It’s not his fault, it’s this time
It’s this hour, it plays with the mind
Or opens it up, one way or the other
He’s not himself, or he’s far too honest

Embrace deceit, hide your face
Wear this mask, a harlequin, a harlot
Whether painted on or tightly fixed
Never show them who you are, never drop your guard

Raise your shield, your sword arm
Block, parry, block, thrust
You brought a blade to gunfight
Standing in an open field with a stick as they carpetbomb

It’s been a long night,
Cuddle up closer my dear
I’ll close the curtains
You’re safe in here

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