The After

This costume fits
Bold colors, let's express it
We'll paint it red

Cut deep, a new aesthetic
Don't forget it

I am not a scripted actor
Not your puppet, not my master
I can thrive, my new creations
On the wings of ever afters
Inherent in the lack of breath
Your fallacies have led to this

Don't let it get to my head
Pause, and think instead

So I gotta take a minute in the thick of it
And reflect upon the story and the final twist
While the knife creates a door a sort of reclamation
I fear there is no joy in simple transformation

But a whisper in my ear from future selves becoming
More myself than I have been when I was just a nothing
When an orphan reeks of talent yet is wrought in sadness
A solitaire, a masterpiece, a crimson shade of madness
So I stuck to my ideals and watched you all unravel
And the years taught me to question every lie you'd peddle
And I knew that if I wanted change I had to meddle
Burnt it all right to the ground and it helped me settle

I am free
What I choose to be
When I cut away the shadows holding back my dreams
And if I ever fail, I'll be an idol still
I will rise renewed, Creator

Slick precision, artist's vision, plant the seeds
And what will grow, will grow while crimson flows
This is my duty to create
Enigmatic fate

Every picture, that I've ever painted
Has been a twisted joke, a way to comprehend my fate, and
Now you're standing lonely, with no troupe behind you
This is you, exactly how I thought I'd find you

Though your words and all your actions caused internal crisis
Tragodia, I came to understand where I sit
And when you fall, it's hard and wet, and full of years of no regret
I question if it's really worth the pain your words beget
Your soul in debt despite a moments satiation
The cold hell of manipulation

Does it take a shadow, flickering with light to show me?
Or a flower bathed in white to dance to get me growing?
Does it take a blade to cut through all the lies forgotten
The soul's a tricky thing, at times, it can be rotten

Is it evil that I found you out and left you bleeding?
A bitter taste from all the bile when I helped stop you breathing?
Wandering Victoria, with ghosts beside me
A sick parade of silence with my anger rising

Sorry, if I left you stunned and waiting in the lobby
Sorry, if I wrote new lines, all the old ones stale and corny
Sorry, if the curtain opened up to shocking repertory
Intermissions over, and we're wrapping up my story

I am free
What I choose to be
When I cut away the shadows holding back my dreams
And if I ever fail, I'll be an idol still
I will rise renewed, Creator

Slick precision, artist's vision, plant the seeds
And what will grow, will grow while crimson flows
This is my duty to create
Enigmatic fate

This is not an outro, it's a new beginning
Not a win or lose, it's about committing
This is my ovation as you make your exit
No revelation, it's the prime directive
Stop thinking you're immune to a falling action
If you want a denouement, I can make it happen

Now I take the pen and ink for a brand new chapter
Now I write the epilogue, my forever after
I am making changes and you know the shoe fits
This is now my story, I've created it

I've created it