Fade Out

The stagehands are not heard above the sounds of the play
The shadows cannot be touched in the heat of the day
The invisible man cannot be seen no matter how much you look around
And light turns to dark, the only scents are blood and death as the sun goes down
Fade Out.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is essentially a Mantra style of thing which i wrote more for a story which i am thinking of writing than as a poem but meh, ill put it up here.

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