Big Fat Metaphor

Trapped in the corner of our lies
yours a kiss, mine a tryst
I lived my life on a stage
blinding lights, shuddering darkness
Home a lonely set, everything a prop
The end of a day, the end of a run
You the only audience
Yours the only applause filling the empty halls
and hollows
of my heart
I am closing the lobby doors
My stage to become dusty,
abandoned
empty
I am costuming
hairdressing
applying base, shadows, liner for the last time
The show must go on
With a new face
Fresh-faced terrified mewling virginal face
And I shall fade into the backstage of your memory
Just another technical face
Invisible from the pit of your orchestra