Dark Play Poem by Lance Carthen

Your pride will hide your glow.
There's nowhere left to go.

Today the sick smile was on your face.
The evil eye has come.

Too foolish to run.
So I stand to die for another day.

Your crucifix if made of lies and willingness.
You lead them right to the gate.

Cutting off their lips with a kiss.
Elusive and sickening as you are beautiful.

May the sun one day shine upon your chalky, tettered skin.
Let not your gaze cast evil but happiness...once again.

But all in the waiting I will remain.
For I am too foolish to run.

As the spectacle unfolds like the darkest play.
I will take my seat atop the most corroded balcony.

Her eye's...One likes to love the other loves to hate.
A deep addiction to both like a slave on rusted chain.

Too much to say and too much to contemplate.
Run before the eye is cast upon you and its too late.

Dont be foolish...run.
For I was and have no one but myself to blame..