Lullabye-bye

The play long been in the making, take a seat, prepare to be thrilled by the sure to be act.

Hired emotions working for your entertainment, a drink on the house, this one’s for free.

You know your pocket is appreciated, and you will know we care deeply for the audience.

An expensive building to ensure that you know this is worth it, framed with painted beams.

Dreaming of the tale, anticipating the description with own interpretation, named art.

The light around you fading to lure in your attention, don’t look away you might miss it.

Suited up in a written costume to shield the truth of the lie, feel free to turn the blind eye.

Seems that nothing is beneath us, dignified vanity within’ classical horrified insanity.

Lingering hopes in a humorous side character to tone down the frightening seriosity.

As promised the tale was thrilling and you all stand from your seats in a roaring applause.

Pride and ave overwhelming as reality begins to kick into the fiction of the affliction.

Lingering with the comforting portraying of relatabilities telling subconsciously;

Lullabye-bye there’s no need to cry now, always something harder, you can rest easy this was just a screenplay for you to recall on a bad day. Hush little heart now this will rock you to sleep tonight. Always a silver-lining to kiss away the heartache.

And as the curtain calls they throw pale white jazz-hands, blackened from the heated spotlight.

Courtesy to the cruelty of humanity, bowing deep in humid humility to the coin-toss.