Standing at the edge of the forest.
Trapped under a layer of desperation.
Surrounded by the misunderstanding of selfishness.
Watching, as his hands try to catch the falling queen of his
Knowing from the beginning he was too far away.
Breathless as he stands with arms and legs numb as the faces
Ears ringing from the beat of the drum.
His spirit drips from his chin, to the puddle of insanity that
Knowing that the show must go on, he waits for the curtains
As he peeks back the facade that he has sown.