Death of the Mime

His makeup is pasted on him as though a ghost The makeup was taken from my very last breath The lack of blood in my veins caused it to be white As the mime prepares for his reenactment of my death The knife that was placed with tact in my heart Was buried so deeply as if it were Excalibur Only a true King of people could take it apart Though my King is dead next to me….I killed him The mime as a showman prepares to deliver my scene Blood of white looks as my spirit received a fright As I am looking down at two carcasses and a clown My deliverance is stopped as Satan begins to frown Why must Satan be so sad at my untimely death Why when the clown relives my empty breath That lonely King was sent to free Excalibur from my chest But I killed him in fear that he was sent from Satan's desk My fear of people sent to be my aid Resulted in a leader so brave it made Satan cringe However if this is the case why does Satan cry This is the case for the mime only knows why Satan's tears of blood stream down his lonely face Wrinkles to deep as if the grand canyon was in place Satan screamed why as his hero lay on the floor Although he was good, the King was a real leader and more If this King that I killed was so good that Lucifer even cries Why do I kill my hero with such demise Why does the mime not shed a damn tear For the hero of the hour is lying dead next to fear The mime removes his paint only yet to reveal An even lonelier body without a soul to revere The mime spread his wings of might As the mime revealed his trueness of flight Satan cries turned to fear as he saw who it was The holy one standing tall with a look of despise For the King on the floor was sent by his hand To remove the knife from my heart and place it in Satan's back I stopped the death of the one who killed me I out of fear turned to my hero and now the devil lives I will truly be banished from the pearly life of glee I will now be in eternal fear for I feared my hero