Theatre of Suicide

It’s not me who laughs
When the wind topples your hat
In the last gust of spring
Below the bridge of dreams

It’s not me who sings
When I see your shining ring
In the final rays of dusk
As I hear the ticking clock

It’s not me who lies
When they ask if she looks so nice
In a shimmering wedding gown
Before the sergeant clown

It’s not me who stands
When they see me aiming grand
At the bridegroom and the bride
In my theatre of suicide

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