Nov 7 · 1 min read
Performance
It’s neither enemies nor allies
It is one of your finest works
your own art of cruelty
Where you Face the crowd and bleed for them
their Mellifluous clap clouding your ears
When the ineffable Art is worth your pain
The smiles and your screams
the art will blossom from your fear
to think that every performance is the last but it’s a lie everytime
It is the never ending nefarious life
I’m Crying out in heavens for pity and mercy
an epoch of war
but what can i do when There is nothing for me but this
my own performance