Leave Your Morals at the Door
--Rosie Scrivello, DDS
A/N: Just me musing two nights ago about the Circle in the Square Theatre, the lovely Rocky Horror Show theatre. 50th Street, on the corner of 8th and Broadway. And it's not depressing! I swear! For all those who have been there, you'll know what I mean. For those who haven't, this is what it's like; although, I really wasn't able to place most of it in words.
Disclaimer: I, of course, don't own the theatre, Rocky Horror, or anything else. The title, although, did come from me from one of my Rocky parties... "Please leave your morals, conscious, and clothes at the door" was a sign on the door, with a little hamper with clothes in it... anyway! ^^;;;;;
This misty grey sky
Clouded with blackness
Where the pavement sparkles
The overhang above
On a small side street
I call home
The revolving doors
That many will enter,
Few will leave
The redness of the inside
Entices you farther
Descending down the escalator
Watching the world fade away
Saying goodbye to all that you knew
The sky disappears
And so do you
The faux red velvet walls
Drowning in sin
Like walking into your house
After a long vacation
Comfort
The music you knear
Smiling
Beckoning
You forget who you are
As you leave reality
And journey to realms
Unknown to the soul
Carefree for ever
Seduction in grace
Your seats don't matter
Pleasure for all
A taste of forbidden fruit
Straight off the vine
A place truly forgotten by
Mind, soul and time
The music continues
Everything fades
Problems now gone
Lovers a'plenty
Fine lines erased
Pushing yourself father in
As the story unfolds
Nothing else matters
Nobody cares
You know you finally belong
The glamour
The glitter
Abtributes society never sees
Engulfed in blackness
In pleasure and sin
Laughing, screaming
Cursing, moaning,
Drowning, soaring,
Dancing, crying,
Watching, fucking,
Dreaming, planning,
And when all those
Accumlate all together
In one moment of final esctasy
You know you have
Finally been it.
--Rosie Scrivello, DDS
A/N: Just me musing two nights ago about the Circle in the Square Theatre, the lovely Rocky Horror Show theatre. 50th Street, on the corner of 8th and Broadway. And it's not depressing! I swear! For all those who have been there, you'll know what I mean. For those who haven't, this is what it's like; although, I really wasn't able to place most of it in words.
Disclaimer: I, of course, don't own the theatre, Rocky Horror, or anything else. The title, although, did come from me from one of my Rocky parties... "Please leave your morals, conscious, and clothes at the door" was a sign on the door, with a little hamper with clothes in it... anyway! ^^;;;;;
This misty grey sky
Clouded with blackness
Where the pavement sparkles
The overhang above
On a small side street
I call home
The revolving doors
That many will enter,
Few will leave
The redness of the inside
Entices you farther
Descending down the escalator
Watching the world fade away
Saying goodbye to all that you knew
The sky disappears
And so do you
The faux red velvet walls
Drowning in sin
Like walking into your house
After a long vacation
Comfort
The music you knear
Smiling
Beckoning
You forget who you are
As you leave reality
And journey to realms
Unknown to the soul
Carefree for ever
Seduction in grace
Your seats don't matter
Pleasure for all
A taste of forbidden fruit
Straight off the vine
A place truly forgotten by
Mind, soul and time
The music continues
Everything fades
Problems now gone
Lovers a'plenty
Fine lines erased
Pushing yourself father in
As the story unfolds
Nothing else matters
Nobody cares
You know you finally belong
The glamour
The glitter
Abtributes society never sees
Engulfed in blackness
In pleasure and sin
Laughing, screaming
Cursing, moaning,
Drowning, soaring,
Dancing, crying,
Watching, fucking,
Dreaming, planning,
And when all those
Accumlate all together
In one moment of final esctasy
You know you have
Finally been it.