A fantasy poem inspired by Zapruder, movies, burlesque and a gothic circus! enjoy!

memory lane is a dark alleyway lined with crumbling brick walls,

we move like zapruder film characters down these darkened halls,

our eyes and expressions are film-noirs, we betray the world as dark and depressed,

our hellish, nightmare ways of life are screams that cannot be suppressed,

the lies spin their tangled shadow web and dance their dark burlesque,

revealing more and more of themselves as their art becomes grotesque,

the sadness saturates the air like a shawl of damp velvet fog,

in this, every word we say is lost, no soundtrack or dialogue,

soon our emotions will evaporate and turn to dampness on hell's window pane,

concluding our painful trip down memory lane.

The End

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