The Circus Clown
blinding lights and noisy crowds
too many rollercoaster rides
scattered bones, a crimson sky
a clown with an evil smile
a thousand shattered mirrors
forced to look at one's failures
climb this swaying staircase
runaway from deafening distorted voices
dazed in this carousel of violence
staring at faces of restlessness
mangled bodies, dripping blood
an evil clown with an axe in hand
distractions, confusions
this is no hallucination
the circus stops, you die in this nightmare
the last thing you hear is the evil clown's laughter.
*bow*
I dreamt one night of a circus clown drenched in blood and turned it into this poem. I love clowns. I am fascinated by how they're supposed to be fun but also give this creepy feeling to children, and grown ups I suppose.(:
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Sinister Rhymes
Poetry.sharp objects.mutilated bodies.death.gore.sinister beings.nightmares and daydreams. {Cover Art deleted due to nudity - but it was only mannequins. oh well..let's follow the rules. *sigh*)
