Crazy Clown

as if he could see through the mask's interior
a thin smile rises.. then vanishes, on the black clown's face

the eyeball reflected in the mirror glares out
all his sins are brought out by the midnight sun

of a thousand nights of feebleness, as if telling a single nights dream
he sinks his body into this melody of a single moment of tranquility

passing by, golden traps
blooming with sweet splendor, a flower drenched in blood
like a flowing mane,
the sun rises red over the glowing horizon

the clown violently swings his staff back and forth
piercing into the skin, a devious flower
the clown, reflected deep in the eyes,
he turns over the cards that foretell the future...

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