Daybreak, the sun's cruel jest,
Morning's laughter, a hollow test.
Afternoon brings the devil's heat,
A relentless blaze, no respite, no retreat.
Evening whispers of angel's peace,
But in the shadows, sorrows increase.
Night descends, solace in the dark,
Lonesome embrace, where dreams embark.
The waters pour, a torrential downpour,
Rains wash away, leaving hearts sore.
Steps echo, defying heaven's demur,
A dance of defiance, a mockery, a blur.
Was it meant to sway this way,
Pitter-patter, in the rain, we stray.
Honey, I swear, this wasn't sweet,
But clarity comes, as we retreat.
No one wants your nosy tweets,
Just prancing with glee on silent streets.
But now, stuck with a painted face,
Mockery smeared, a clown's disgrace.
Pale in the timid moonlight's gaze,
Meaningless colors, a final daze.
A clown's final stare, sad and true,
A vengeful glare, at what we rue.
Anger simmers, beneath the skin,
Drama unfolds, as the end begins.
Enticing, the last act of the show,
As the clown takes his final bow.
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(a/n)
I didn't want to put the pic of the clown I actually wanted cause I didn't want to scare anyone off
but thank you for reading
lemme know what oyu think?
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