[Spoken Word]
In here is a tragedy
Art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
All go on only toward death

The first word at thy left hand
A false lunacy, a madly dancing man
Hearing unhearable words, drawn to a beloved's grave

And there, mayhap, true madness at last
As did this one playing death find true death at last
Killing a nameless lover
She pierced a heart rent by sorrow

Doth lie invite truth?
Doth verity but wear the mask of falsehood?
Ah, thou pitiful
Thou miserable ones
Still admist lies
Though the end cometh not
Wherefore yearn for death?
Will thou attend to thy beloved?

Truths and lies
Life and death
The game of turning white to black
And black to white