Tears Of A Clown

Masquerading neath bitter angst, nobody loves this neurotic Sympathize—empathize with me pleading, bleeding, but no one listens Though, pleasing is the clown with Infectious Grooves with an unbridled force of his own inertia with Suicidal Tendencies Led headed, heavy metals P-o-i-s-o-n-i-n-G ‘Round goes a captive carousel along with a frightened knight Riding in his demented, distorted cell donning his showy suit of armor Skewed—an unnatural high—mortified when in a—sunken low blending in, the psyche trips Blood red smears quivering lips Cobalt blue on the eyes transparent tears cake-up Pearly white covers sallow skin Makeup camouflages a face invisible, leaving no trace of what’s real and what’s not Can’t hide, hide, hide! Though smiling wide the tears of a clown, jagged, razor sharp Like daggers reaching out digging deeply into his enemies heart, through the voices that Kiss distant noises, don’t you dread? Audioslave ~ release what emerges, cease the rollercoasting, ride the waves Tension strapped around your neck, an Iron Maiden's necklace bounds, drowns Lost tormented soul still, desperation painted black reeks in perspiration Perform! In Central Park He who has no options, in dismay One will love One will hate One can play with his, Madness