Center Stage (ACTS 1 & 2)

Here I am sitting, on an empty stage
as wind rustles dust on an empty page.
Whispering sweet nothings, to nothing at all
lost in a trance as the curtains call.

Engulfed in darkness I sit and reminisce
of a time that was much better than this.
I have fond memories within this place
yet happiness has vanished without a trace.
I have become loves faithful fool
and had fell victim to it's merciless rule.

But while I sulk in my pit of regret
the spotlight captures a petite silhouette.
As she revealed herself to me in the light
it went far beyond love at first sight.
Her skin resonates, with pure innocence
and my jaw locks up as my hands grow tense.
Her face is the depiction of pure desire
her hair looks as if woven from strands of hellfire.

As she rose upon her golden spire
the angels amplified their melodious choir.
With the body of a goddess, it is no surprise
that I am lost in the eternity within her eyes.
The entire stage now blooms with flowers
and my will has fallen to her seductive powers.

Oh the things I would say to her...
if my tongue were not caught within a slur...
Oh how I'd love to feel her embrace
if only my body were not frozen in place.
I am tired of loving in thoughts alone
whether carved in wood or engraved in stone.
Expressing those feelings for which I long
in rhythm, poetry, prose or song.

But no longer can I love as such
I yearn for loves vibrant touch.
I want to embrace the one that I adore
and show her the joy and pleasures in store.
I want to soar thru the sky, on wings of bliss
and seal the gates of destiny with a passionate kiss.
I want to take hold of a love so true
and share my life and my dreams with you.

But alas, the lights dim and the dreams fade
ending the heavenly serenade.
Laughter echoes as the flowers wilt
and the feeling of joy is consumed by guilt.
.......
Then there's me sitting....on an empty stage
as wind rustles the dust on an empty page.

Loneliness will forever keep my hopes at bay
just so I can live to die another day.
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Here I am, alone once again...
the ink still bleeding from the pen.
Yet, the tome lay empty upon the stage,
mold and age, plague each page.

Tattered and barren, just like me...
put on display for all to see.
And as I walk upon the set,
I am reminded of her silhouette.

A spotlight shined on upon the floor,
reminding me of something more.
The flower blossoms that once were here,
left a token shaped like a tear.

On the floor, where teardrops stained...
a single petal is all that remained.
I now remember her luminance,
As a side effect of penitence.

Her radiant visage...it haunts me so,
warped by regret, I cannot let go.
I still hear her sadistic laughter...
that ruined every smile thereafter.

Knowing she was merely a vision,
just a derision in my heart's prison.

...

So why am I forced to endure...
endless sorrow that is so pure...?
Why Must I play the fool,
as emptiness continues its rule?

I am sick of being a marionette,
treated as Agony's little pet!
I am tired of being a just a pawn,
for misery to embrace each dawn.

Loneliness has had its laugh!
Treating me as a sickly calf!
I have been broken and weak,
sadness within, so sadness I speak.

...

But who am I trying to kid?
the heart's depth is where I hid.
All can see how I am displayed,
No one is fooled by the masquerade.

Miserable is my brand of shame,
lonely is my middle name.
Despair is the weapon of abuse,
in this puppet's tangled noose.

...

The spotlight fades, as desire dies,
slowly dimming, like the light in my eyes.
No hopes of joy, or glimmers of peace,
all aspirations wither and cease...

....

There I am sitting...on the darkened stage,
as wind rustles dust on the empty page...

This puppet no longer wishes to dance...
in the shadows of a dead romance.