Clown

by Phantasmagoria   Aug 8, 2006


He follows in tow of night
bringing forth untamed fright
ripping apart sanity
f.u.c.k.i.n.g with humanity

he calls out to our being
making it so we are fleeing
running from his crazed call
cunning, he deceives us all

he is fear beyond fear
he is death oh so clear
he is hope going blind
he is leaving control behind

he captures us in our desire
throwing us into fire
destroying without any grief
washing away every belief.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    I really like this poem. it's good keep up the good work. plz read my new poem Suddenly Sleeping (forever) thanx shanik

  • 17 years ago

    by AmazinglyEmpty

    *nodS* i luv this poem!! hehe.. clowns can be horrid.. u got ur point across well.. heh... iluv ur work and cant wait for more.. keep it up!
    xXx

  • 17 years ago

    by SweetxMisery

    I like how you get to the point in this one nicely written.

    -Kayla

  • 17 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    This poem is great!!! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Megan

    It's great...the f.u.c.k.i.n.g just makes it so much wonderful...lol...ur a great writer...keep it up...

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