chasmchaser
theres a stage a single shadow of a young man stands on the empty floor his white tie screams with the sins of a thousand holy men like doves they fly into the curtians and swarm the stage the man looks out a million white eyes. they dont blink. he doesnt say a word. Suddenly the theatre catches on fire and in the back of her mind she knows it isn't real but the fire gets hotter and the show isnt over but you've got to relax its just part of the act and in the end we will wait till the audience can clap.