Clowns

Every time I go, they’re there.

I can’t escape the glare, their stare.
 

When they attack, they’re always in packs

And I wish I could just disappear.

The little devil drags me along

to see them singing some happy song.

I know that it’s all a lie, so I try

To run so that I can live a life that is long.

That place is so weird!

I once saw a woman with a beard,

But try as I do to avoid them through

My footsteps they always can hear!

I wish I could just be brave

And stand up like I wasn’t afraid,

But I can’t and I won’t. Though I try, but I don’t

Really think that my statement was made

-Blood Staind Soul-

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