A Demented Clown
Drowning in a lonely and frosty lake,
I pretend to struggle,
I feel so fake.
Holding my breath,
each time I go down,
distorts my face,
like a demented clown.
Perhaps I should surrender
and give in?
Allowing all of the lake's
frosty water to win.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2010
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