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It is but a gaunt figure that awaits your judgment.

The closing lines of this play fall only to your tongue.

The summing up of my actions,

Rest only in the thoughts of your eyes.

I am now to numb to be human.

To awake to be dreaming,

To knowing to be lost.

But how does it end this way?

All questions answered.

All thirst satisfied.

Tingling in hands awaiting to applaud.

Weak at the knees and light in the head.

The show such a success,

That many will replay it.

Should I take a bow?

My weakened character,

Broken on the stage,

Clutching there its heart,

Choking on its disappointment?

Looking to the blinding lights that hang above,

Whispering a silent prayer of redemption?

Do you admire the fall of my character?

Can you honestly applaud so appeased,

That you wish to see me die all over again?

For your enjoyment,

For your discussion,

And for my punishment,

Must I endure this all again?