Poems for the Crooked Clown

---Fix---

"Come little one, i will take you away, to a land filled with fun, and games to play..."

He told me when I was there, weak and ill, when he said that to me, it gave me chills. So with a dull movement and a slug in my step, I ended up leaving, away into the depths. He smiles a dark and sinister smile, and walks and sinister walk, he also says things, of pure sinister talk.

"Come little one, we have much to do, fun filled activities, and their all for you."

He told me this, and i believed, for I am stupid, and i'll be deceived, my eyes grow weak and weary, and i start to stumble, i feel the long and looming, slowly creep and crumble. The time is ticking, and im sinking, beneath the waves of the crushing.
I feel something on my skin, slip and seep, as my sight thins. I know that i am gone, because i wont wake up to sing my song.

"Now now, little one, we are here, now that we are i can explore even far, beneath the things you hold very close, soon they shall be exposed."

" I am not aware
Of things i bare,
But soon after, it shall not matter
I will be fixed, and no longer sad I will be content, and no longer mad,
I will be whole, and completely sane But nothing shall patch the pain
So i am aware, of nothing
But he's aware of something