My eyes burn.
I can't see them.
Shades and shapes
in the darkness
watch me like Gods.
This is my Temple,
where I pay my tribute,
serve my Lords
in the light.
I follow the script.
Observe. My piers
go through the motions,
muscle memories of years
gone by.
Still new and fresh,
I wish to impress,
so I laugh 'til I suffocate,
I drown in my tears.
The spotlight grips me by the throat-
Perform until the light goes-
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