Death by Clown

In the crazed circus of my consciousness I take my final walk across Reason’s rope, Without a net to catch The pieces of my shattered mind As they scatter amidst the crowd below.

Each fragment trampled Beneath careless feet and words Into dirty straw Beside countless cigarette butts And their hidden flames which burn and scar My delicate flesh without end

My strongman was buried beneath my baggage long ago Leaving only clowns who slash crimson smiles And laugh as they weep bloody tears While bright white paint fades To expose the rotten core beneath

Now I just wait For a black hat’s final bow To clear the spectators And let me fade away.