Stage

Which one is you?
Which one is real?
A string of actors
tied to lines
The role of a lifetime
A roll of the dice
Which plot twisted now?
Which one to cast next?
To keep the audience
still in their seats
Bread and circuses
or blood and kisses
Exit the only stage
you have left
Wishing yourself the
courage to have
played it out right

Lies inside

The story is nailed to my bones
and I don’t know if it shows
or if it’s grown gory in it’s glory
but I know just how deep
the morbid fear and failure go

In my marrow I keep the narrow
definitions and definitives
Can no more resolve to
solve the lies than
stand bones dissolved in lye

My joints are filled with glass
cracked from mirrors of selves past
And I’m sure that when I die
someone will piece back the fa├žade
Rack crying tears for the life
of the one who’d never last