As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
MISJUDGING CACOPHONY
MISJUDGING CACOPHONY
120120
Gray skies wash (watch) over a weeping world
From birth we are unearthed
And sat about on our tasks of living one day shorter from the last
How is it so ?
That we map out our maze lives
To and fro
All the while trying to tighten our grip
As we feel (fear) it
The inevitable slip away
At the coming
Of the brand new day
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