quarta-feira, 6 de março de 2013

Theatre of Pain

Theatre of Pain

At sea theater of pain
I sail in the clouds of text
the Pierre let his tears run out of love
resentment and pain are part of the context

this show was written by hermit crab
walking lonely but never alone
made all the characters mirror of that nation
turns his suffering into lyricism and tenderness

when the curtain finally goes up
she plays her character coolly vile
your hurt air snob is distilled
avenged sad and takes refuge in her dress of vinyl

you forget how fleeting his speech
stands still and forget the pain
wrecked and shattered remains silent
your eye water is anchored in love.

Arthur Nett

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