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Final Trick
After all the practice and the heavy precaution,
the day I need my talent the most,
is the day I drop the key sealing my watery grave.
Chained in a glass pool of water,
with an audience waiting for me to break free.
Children will soon be sobbing in their disillusioned mother's lap,
but for now they watch bewildered as I slowly die.
They smile like little demons.
Their entertainment is my despair.
As I sink in my glass box,
running out of life,
each face grows more and more exited as I fight for my life.
They all think they are witty.
Believing I had taken so long to build up suspense.
They think that they can't be tricked,
but wiping off their smug smiles
will be my final trick.
After all the practice and the heavy precaution,
the day I need my talent the most,
is the day I drop the key sealing my watery grave.
Chained in a glass pool of water,
with an audience waiting for me to break free.
Children will soon be sobbing in their disillusioned mother's lap,
but for now they watch bewildered as I slowly die.
They smile like little demons.
Their entertainment is my despair.
As I sink in my glass box,
running out of life,
each face grows more and more exited as I fight for my life.
They all think they are witty.
Believing I had taken so long to build up suspense.
They think that they can't be tricked,
but wiping off their smug smiles
will be my final trick.