the eastern seaboard premieres a show,
spectators from the west are enthused and thrilled.
with the surround sounds of friction and sparks,
I hark and pay attention to the mysterious theater.

a character is full of anger and delusions;
going to and fro on the amphitheater's stage.
as the play closes to its duration, her anger intensifies.
the protagonist transforms into a menace!

a madwoman, but her act is fathomable.
she hopes for everyone to see, to realize -
the continuing abuse of the Mind.
because her act is real suffering.

the show will  be seen not just by the west;
this is the first regular performance
it's a story that is never told,
and it was supposed to be not.
but..

my mind doesn't make sense
my body doesn't make sense
my action doesn't make sense
do i still make sense?

too dumb and desperate;
lust was running in my nerves.
so the consequence of imprudence:
I became naked,
and then everything’s gone.
stolen.

a song started slow
the midway stirred us though
so hand in hand, we moved around to try
𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑒
had the midway let us to and fro,
yet we ended...
in full sorrow