The Man With No Eyes Collection (5): The Director
When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.
Shielding our thoughts, so we just keep on living.
I happened to wander backstage one dark day.
And passed through the veil after losing my way.
Then, in the director’s chair, to my surprise,
There sat a tall man, dressed sharply in lies,
His smile was beaming; his face had no eyes.
I fled from the room, where my mind was left reeling
The image I’d seen left a deep, queasy feeling,
A creature of darkness, inhuman and wrong,
But the truth is, I had known him all along.
For this man and that man are one and the...
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