no_curtain_call Dafremen R. Dafremen Not once did I among the few Call after you and hope to die To tumbled echoes rattling Along the ragged edge of sanity No band played on for you and I No credits rolled to our demise No clever sense of irony Did lend to our finality Sweet, sweet and blissful calm Whose waves wash to serenity And vanity is pushed away Instead deep insecurity Grim fears of hope of saving fate Of twisted once-upon-a-times Which menace my dementia This oft sought melancholy Now off with you, I did not call I do not wait, nor do we all Begone, farewell go to what awaits Fade into your happily-ever-after. 030703 what's it to you? who go blather from