In this theatre of shadows shapes of confusion blanket the room 

Stage lights switch off and spectators forget the star of the show.

I sink in the drunken town alone as the timewatchers pass me by.

Like an old movie that has no end i am reminded of your look that resembles a voyage of the past.

In this empty theatre, the scent of cigarette ashes overtake and the broken bottle thirsts it's companion

Mascara melts on fake lashes while the razzle dazzle gasps itself to condensated air

masquerade of madness plays on the jukebox of my mind. Boom (pause), Boom (pause) Boom.  

wrecked teardrops of a clown.