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[aid] => mick
[title] => the Masked Ball
[time] => 2006-07-19 08:34:34
[hometext] => (A little poem about hollow superficiality and the slow onset of insanity...it's a bit 'teenage', one of the first poems I ever wrote (I was about 16))
[bodytext] => Centre stage where I belong, am I not a vision? A harlot's loss of sanity - the ultimate exhibition Turn your jaded eyes to me, O illustrious audience Behold my lurid masquerade, my mimicked confidence! A flourish of my hands, and lo! I set the foolish scene Veins of glitter mask the moth-wing frailty of our dreams The tuneless minstrel dangles from a web of cabaret But what a spider! Such grim humour fuels this manic fray! A bloated sadist God has cruelly trapped me in this mesh Unseen strings sinking like wire into my puppet flesh And so the opera lurches on, for the insane bourgeoisie I dance as though possessed tonight, each face intent on me. I imitate a worthy soul, feign to adore these men A flock of inbred lunatics, beguiled by me again! Gaudy lips of scarlet blood, shaping unspoken jeers Broken eyes like starless skies, concealing absent tears. I'm a pauper and a faerie Queen, both damsel fair and whore Sketch me as you wish, my Lord, for verily I am yours An identity scrawled upon my face, your heart's desire portrayed My soul ensnared in a pot of rouge - who shall I be today? It's a stilted melodrama, although some do name it 'life' My wounds are only make-believe - twist in the plastic knife! Deep down I simply long to fade, to fall from your cold vision Cast screaming from the precipice, the cliff of recognition Tear me from this fallen stage, this ice-filled sea of sharks Though stripped of scrutiny I'm merely faceless in the dark But better that than servitude, this ludicrous parade This parody, this travesty, this comedy of fate Farewell my ghoulish entourage, I retreat into my mind Forsake so-called reality, and leave the world behind... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 13 [informant] => quell [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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