The Monster (The Clown Part 2)

A quirky girl of some sort
Learning to laugh with its worth
Watching the spider spin a sickly web
Watching the ashes run blood red
Singing a sonnet of irony
Drowning in up most agony
Earning a dime for pleading words
Searching for the door out of oblivion
Long lost sisters of pitch black ivory
Shooting blood brothers with pistols of memory
Groping for something strong enough to overcome
Overcome the flames the lick her ankles
Dragging overrated cliché sinners up grass-ridden mountains
Made it, played it, jaded eyes of blue
Blue oceans wide enough for you to sink into
Choking as the water fills your bottomless lungs
Hoping your broken ribs puncture a wound and let the liquid out
Leather snakes running up your spine (less) body.
Dying with a certain greed
Spitting acid on useless dreams
Drunk on the poison daggers that pierce your heart
The world seems to move to slow
As they answer questions they don’t know
Throwing diamonds at people who don’t care
Trying to earn the respect you can’t find anywhere
Soon you realize that everyone has left
Running from the monster
You.