Unravelled are the seconds and the indiscernable personae
In this drug-induced euporia that traps me wholly.
Lights and stars spinning through the windows; those dirty panes.
Those which were so clean before the filth of complication;
Which did not yield to the achings that grew stronger in our rampant company.
If only men could be of glass
And girls did not pretend
To be of porcelain and lace.
But the scene is set in stone
With the solidity of unquestioned tradition.
Irreputable were the promises made in haste,
And with ill trepidation did she linger to appease.
But do not think we are so alike
That I would bet with the body that carries me.
I would trip the hand that guides you near; disinterest
If only time could be erased
And moments did not stretch
To allow that of which we wish to rid ourselves.
Perhaps if dark was everlasting
Or if this night was not a stage.
If I meant to cause no harm.
If you were not so careless with my profferings.
Remember fool, the actress' mask,
Though painted well,
Will never last.
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