Tempus Theatricum

Curled up lip and clacking tongue

Dressed up pressed up desperate bones

When all else crumbled 'neath her toes

This was solid ground

Wounded pride masks wounded heart

Time passed and now has passed the part

No longer can she clearly chart

These boards she walked alone

Lights upon the wicked stage

Hide cracks, until they flick and fade

And she is left without a page

Outside of the curtains.