Hallucination

She smiles,
and Begins;
What is she doing?
Playing the violin.

I imagen the melody,
as Faint, & Sweet;
But I look at her Face,
Seeming so Absent & Meek.

I Enter the Stadeim,
and take a seat.
The song is sad,
More so than the Womans Face.

There is something odd,
The feeling I'm getting is very strange.

I watch & Listen, very intent,
When I pick up a wiff of a
akward scent.

I Blink, & I am supprised,
For now,
The Violinest is Dressed as a Bride;
But she never left the Stage!

I watch her face,
form a Grin,
while her skin turns a Deep silver gray.

I stare on, perplexed & confused,
as the violin Brides Fingers and lips
turn a Bright Purple - ish Blue.

I cannot take my eyes off this
woman, Because of growing shock;
Her skin is Drying & Cracking up.

The Purple Blue spots,
have now turned Black,
& I am ready to Hurl,
After Noticing one of her eye's,
is half hanging out of it's sack.

I hear a crackling sound & watch,
to see two Discolored Fingers Fall;

I gasp;
That horrid smell, I realize it was rotting Flesh.
The Bride on stage,
In front of my eyes,
is Decaying.

The Violin Stops, with a loud,
awful screech,
& hits the stage Beneath;
Hand still grasping it, Separated from its owner.

I Open my mouth to scream,
But I hold back.
I Breath in a large amount of the horrid stench;

I bolt out of my seat,
for the restroom,
all the way there, the Dying bride's eyes follow me.

I reach my destination,
and puke.

When I finish,
I hear apluad's,
I go back out,
And the stench Is gone;
So is the death & decay,
Also, The Brides Dress.

Only thing remaining on stage,
is the normal Violinist,
with instrument in hand;

She bows.

As She is leaving the stage,
I watch her,
She Is watching me.

The Violinist's face, folds into a wicked grin.

She waves her hand;
It only has two fingers, & the thumb.

I Blink,

Her hand is normal once more,
& Her Smile is pleasant.

I never take my eyes off her,
until she leave's out the Exit.