The Theater of Shadows


The Theater of Shadows, 
       Depends on Light 
       That scatters, 
Deep reflection patterns 
       On the Walls; 
And only one will know- 
       Behind the plans of 
       Shadow 
       TV Show. 
He knows the creatures, 
       And their features are 
       Near-sighted, 
       Double-minded, 
Disturbing school of pigs, 
       That wallows in 
       The sea of fix. 
And only those,
       Will see 
       Behind the masks of
       Voodoo Dull TV, 
Who Stop, 
       And Drop, 
       And Roll, 
       Eye Balls 
Into the world of 
       Stained Walls;
Into the world of 
       Stained walls;

Attention!
       On the stage of tension
       Corsage of Shiver 
       Creeping through your knees;
Well, here she is our
       Dirty, 
       Nasty, 
       Boorish,
       Whore! 
Sex Addict, 
       Drug Addict! 
       Addicted to 
       The oil flow, 
And with her Fetish Smile 
       After spanking for a while 
       She screams 
       In pleasure! 
Barks in rage! 
       She knows they're asking for 
       Revenge! 
"And all of them are 
       Crafty Devils! 
       They're all,
       Bermuting our souls! 
We'll tie their sleeves around 
       Electric Handles! 
       And Fry 
       Their Eager,
       Evil Souls
       Like Voodoo Dolls! 
       Like Voodoo Dolls!" 

Wearing the bliss of
      Shining Chains 
She's getting ready 
      For her Fetish Games, 
But Dolls bleed
      Magic 
      Love triangle is 
      Tragic which reveals 
Her nature, 
      Taking sleeping pills 
Relax, 
      She falls asleep,
And in her dream 
      She'll weep, 
      In Fear- 
      Of innocence of salty tear; 
      Where swiftly moving hand
      Will throw some pennies on the wet cement
A child 
      Crawling on the floor,
      Looking for love; 
But she wants more! 
      And sun will dry cemented tears, 
      Only the moan of 
      Innocence 
      Will be to drill her ears...
Humanity in shock! 
      Her deepest fears
      Submerged
      Under the blocks of 
      Sidewalks; 
Then she wakes up, 
      Repeating drill; 
Deleting dreams from memory -
      With memory deleting Pill.
What is the Truth?
      Infection in the blood of youth...?
Instead of playing 
     Fair and Square 
Abuse of Substance Everywhere;
     And while Hiding
     Under roofs, all crying, almost dying
     Painted Face of 
     Suffocating 
     Truth 
Still screws 
     The halls in 
     Tin can walls, 
But roars of 
     Madness 
     Moans 
     And gloom of 
     Nasty mushrooms 
     And balloons 
Inflating skies with 
     Bloody Sacrifice; 

Eventually the truth will die, 
     Reincarnating 
     Into Lie, 
Smiling, 
     She'll bite 
     Once more 
Only the Sun will rise 
     And fall 
     In bloody sore- 
     But souls are bleeding
     Reeks of animal instincts are feeding on fruits of fight 
     Oh well, we can't control our appetite.

 

(EPILOGUE) 
Without emotions 
     Shadows 
     Disappear 
And then emerge behind you,
     Breading 
     Fear; 
In shame the sunset
     Fainted... 
Hectic light from 
     Yellow moon 
     Had switch 
     Pathetic guns for 
     Dunes... 
Between 
    The universal wings 
    The Kings of West 
    Will seize 
    The buns of sunset, 
Anticipating breeze 
    The Moon will 
    Stabilize itself 
    Between the cliffs of
    Dune, 
Only in Nurtured
    Hollow beds 
    The moon will feed
    Self-conscious
    Heads.