Delete the dream police. Cancel sandman. The rain will soothe and cleanse. The audience pretends.
Void the mystic doormen. Bouncers bounce at Simon’s orders. The pain will groove and shred. The audience is dead.
Smile against the fire. Token esteem wasted in the first scene. The lovers will join your fight. The audience was right.
Scream into the twilight. Sunset boulevard car crash. The others set you on fire. The audience a choir.
This shadow isn’t big enough for the both of us. You’ll have to get into mine, or be left behind. Should have stepped up. Instead you messed up. And all the string and feelings and wine and music can’t fix it.
I can unbreak this egg. Can you unswallow that bitter pill?