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Tears Of A Broken Clown



All that’s left for me to do now is to bow down

Happy smiles transform into a broken frown

We picture nightmares, but we can’t tell if there real

These are the tears of a broken clown.







I have come to grips with the possibility

Of one day having nothing but an empty soul

I try to believe in faith to engage some simplicity

But these obstacles I try to avoid turn into ice cold.







My heart freezes like the bitter weather you cannot imagine

My soul shall rise upon the deadly images I see in my dreams

These nightmares transform me into this person I do not want to be

I fall asleep…….I see nothing…i'm just a product of these demons