The Clown

As I lay here
Trying to maintain my sanity
As life seeps out of my system
Like the crimson mess from your veins.
Each red teardrop screaming agony and pain
And the black scissor-hands
That grope around my wrists
Can be the only one to blame.
I will maintain my sanity
If I retain my sleep.
I cannot dream humanity
Will ever fix the drain.
Sinking deeper into misery
My life coughs up the chains.
Ending all life is to me
I walk away with nooses
The nuisance that tries to pull me down.
Ignoring all the rest of me
I give the thing,
That soulless clown
A notion and a nurse
To heal all of his misery
As he meets his hearse.
Gladly shaking off profane
Instances galore.
My tired smirk is slowly shaking
As your body writhes in gore
I never think about forgiveness
I can’t remember the regret
But what it means
A crest of dreams
And all of the sunsets.
I’ve watched my last night fall
And seen the bottom bottle,
But the clown is still laughing
Somewhere it pulls me down.