from two years ago... no metal at all...
DIRECTOR'S LUST
I am left to sail today the achromatic dreams alone,
To lay numb defenceless under his illusive throne.
The last drop of life in me is boiling,
This emptiness that I'm a part of now smashed the worthless living.
What have I done to deserve this disdain?
I've tried so hard to play well,
To hide away the pain.
Convinced of power that lied within
That ridicolous role I was in,
I've awaited the applause
Proud of myself without cause.
More than once I've lived that sound
Of hands put together for life going down...
This one last time they've walked me to the door,
Showed me the way out,
Echoed their laughter:
"This is what you have lived for!"
So, farewell to the students who learn the same lines,
I'll be waiting, welcome you in another space and time.
I'm to fade away now slowly,
My mind to become dust.
I'm taking the last, the bitter bow;
I satisfied director's lust.