Kurt Russell Delizo
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