My curtain calls, a symphony of sorrow,
Unveiling the depths of a broken tomorrow.
Each act, a testament to my shattered dreams,
As I dance on the stage, where hope once gleamed.
The audience, they watch with vacant eyes,
Unaware of the tears that stain my disguise.
Behind the mask, a heartache silently weeps,
As the applause echoes, my pain slowly seeps.
In the spotlight's embrace, I stand alone,
Lost in a world where happiness has flown.
The melodies I sing, so hauntingly bleak,
Reveal the wounds that only silence can speak.
Every line I recite, a whispered plea,
To find solace in this melancholic decree.
But the stage, it offers no refuge or respite,
Only a cruel reminder of my endless fight.
The props and scenery, mere illusions of bliss,
As I navigate this labyrinth of emptiness.
The laughter that once filled the theater's air,
replacedNow by echoes of despair.
With each performance, I delve deeper within,
A prisoner of my own melancholy sin.
The applause fades, like a distant memory,
Leaving me stranded in this tragic symphony.
My curtain calls, a somber serenade,
To the pain that lingers, refusing to fade.
I am but a puppet, controlled by the stage,
A vessel for the sorrow that forever engraves.
So I continue to perform, night after night,
Concealing the darkness, putting on a brave fight.
But behind the curtain, my tears softly fall,
For my curtain calls have become my downfall.
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Ghostly Sonnets
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