As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
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In repose
Like I've posed again
Fathom phantoms
Loss of friends
Like severed limbs
A drastic open basket
Raw and bundled nerves
A truly fitting send off
Much more than what's deserved
And served on a silver sliver platter
It slithers towards unto me
As if to ask
What is the matter
The rain beats down
Pushing it's relentless patter
Shadows against the stone
This lighthouse now our home
We dine and dance and drink
In hopes to wash our thinking
In this sea's sink
The storm subsides but not the madness in your eyes
It gives way to pink skies
And a bit of nervous laughter
Wonder what comes after
Asks the servant of the master.
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