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Mad Theater


Do You Hear It? 

The Thumping on the Floors....

Is It Within The Walls or Coming from the Doors? 

It Seem Like in a Short Distance but Distance is still the word.

Oh so MENACING like a Never Ending Chirp!

I lay in the Middle of Nothing, Starring at Only but my Inner Self

Wondering if They will Ever Stop.

But I See What You Cannot.

The Things Which You Rather have Forgot

You See, These Noises are Not For Me But For You.

They Are Messengers Who Only Want to Speak to You.

So Drop Your Mask and Embrace Them

For Now YOU will also Hear Them like a Rising Stem.

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