What do you see
when you look too close?
What will you be
when you’ve had an overdose of fun?
One thing is certain.
The closing curtain
won’t make you forget.
All of the regret
in you is here.
All of the fear
and the ugliness too.
It’s true.
We are not all shadows.
We are not all dreams.
Though conjured in screams
of near-madness
and all kinds of badness
we are not just ghosts.
We are most
actual.
We are your darkness, your sorrow, your pain.
We see you again and again and again
in dreams and on the street.
We are a complete
nightmare.
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