At the 72nd street
All is normal except the cat
He is nervous, afraid to greet
The director with a large hat
Under it is a face deformed
Eyes burning ready to consume
The life not ready to perform
The actor’s blood, a strong perfume
Chorus:
You cannot smell your own breath
But I can predict your death
A swift cut from my cold hand
Takes you to the arid land
Oh what a beautiful play
My actor takes his last pay
Kissing the floor, lights are out
Closing the door, I could shout
Bridge 1: (2x)
Cut! Cut! Cut!
The end is already here
My execution is perfect
Even freaks envy my movie
The theater holds no defect
The officer’s sweat is heavy
Chorus
Bridge 1 (2x)
Bridge 2:
Everything is done now
The director’s cleared now
Bridge 1
A contest entry
- Song contest by Death-Head.
525 points, ended December 12, 2007, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Screw the Invite Contests (Anything) by ShadedRequiem.
300 points, ended April 15, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I enjoyed this. I would really like to here it performed. The would be awesome. I like the dark factor in it. At first I thought you were just telling a story, and you are, but it has more depth and imagery. Great write.
Alyssa
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Oh my! What a song! It's datk but I can feel the beat that would make it easy to sing.
Love,
Amera♥
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Very detailed, it paints a vivid picture for the imagination. Your form is not needed, but it does make it easy to follow, to know when to go where. It's a nice move to make the rhyming parts the same amount of counts, which was 7 in this case.
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