The Clown Who Killed Himself
His smile was painted on
His soul was drained of life’s essence
Into the ring he performed
Magical was his smile
He performed to the world
And the world laughed
As he cried inside
For later would come
Bloody hell
And flow it would
The crowds went home
To the comforts of love
The clown stayed on
Tormented in darkness
As the blood flowed
He found his peace
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