Yells resound, backstage twenty four,
bloody shades playing with a tempting corpse.
Necklace pearls burstin' up in her heart,
biting the bones of her easy charm.
Always dim lights,
shots and make up, keep dumb actors young.
Oh, empty lies,
end of games, crying barbies all around.
Still from the catwalk
freezing beats as timeless knives
are breaking through her soul.
Beats and knives, no silence, footsteps around.
Night-time. Suddenly the curtain drops.
Last lights are falling down.
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by Dickinson