I've been finding inspiration for my recent spate of poems from song titles (well except the first one). This one and the last should be obvious to those of you that know my musical tastes well.
Theatre of Pain
You see me standing here, wearing this grim mask
It does nothing to hide my pain, that is an impossible task
Can you smell the scent of death upon my soul?
Can you see my heart is as black as coal?
Feel as if controlled by marionette strings
Strangely compelled to do terrible things
Setting alight that which I love, helplessly watching the fire
Contort and twist, laughing at me, raising my ire
I am the star performer in this farce
You need not a program to parse
All that is required is to look at my face, it is very plain
To see that I’m trapped in this body that is a Theatre of Pain
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