The Invisible Knife
When the lights are now out
At the fall of the curtain,
When the singing and dancing are over
And only the shadows and silence are certain,
I take off my fancy and happy mask.
I go home to my desolated room
And battle with my personal demonic creations-
The dead past, I endeavour to exhume.
They think me jolly and full of life,
But deep is the wound from the invisible knife.
At the fall of the curtain,
When the singing and dancing are over
And only the shadows and silence are certain,
I take off my fancy and happy mask.
I go home to my desolated room
And battle with my personal demonic creations-
The dead past, I endeavour to exhume.
They think me jolly and full of life,
But deep is the wound from the invisible knife.
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