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
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I Am Anaya
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