The cold eyes stare yet they can’t see
The death upon the stage
For mild entertainment
They look past the woe and rage
Mindlessly believing
That the death’s merely portrayed
They see only an act
Their beliefs have been betrayed
The corpse upon the stage
Is not an act for pleasure
The death is surely real
A murder for one’s leisure
Left upon the bloody hooks
The audience still stares
The freshly mutilated corpse
Remains just hanging there
The atmosphere of theatre
Has left the people blind
They see only a puppet
Where life’s been left behind
Behind the farthest curtain
The murderer looks on
Chuckling with glee
Then, with a laugh, he’s gone
Not for quite some time
Did the people realise
That the body they admired
Was real, hung for their eyes
The terror that ripped through them
Made them see past all their rage
They’d stared for all this time
Yet they’d not seen past the stage


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BASED ON THIS PICTURE THAT I DREW

click here to see the picture

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Shit, I dont think that link worked...

http://www.geocities.com/spewintoth...foraudience.jpg

try that one.....?

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neither work, and i don't think the poem is up to your usual quality...i mean it's written in the same style in some ways, but it definitley didn't seem to flow as well...this is just my opinion of course, think what you may, but i know you can do better.

It lacked the usual goryness It flowed pretty well though.

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i liked it. it had an original twist to it.

yeah, but why would anyone go to a theater to see a fake body anyways?

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well why do people go to see horror movies transcient? i think the point is not the details of what happened just the audience's mind set.

fair enough

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