Song of the Killer Clown

Buy your ticket, step inside
Feel the bright and cheerful vibe.
Brightly colored faces dance
Creating child's dream romance
Here is where the clowns abide.

Behind the masks of bright slick paint
Lies the face of evil taint
Eyes that gleam with fire's light
A light that reflects a soul's lost fight
In this place, a clown's no saint.

Below the eyes are sharp, cold teeth
That sneer and grin, a chilling feat.
Blood and bone burn in the fire
Consuming flesh for flesh desire
And all the while, those wicked teeth.

His hands aren't hands but talons are
And could rend in half a metal bar.
His claws are cleaned with blood and gore
His mind thirsts eternally more
Be wary of him, by ever and far.

His thirst is for water not
He likes his drink fresh and hot
Blood for him brings pleasand treams
Holding his mind tight at the seams
Each death helps complete his knot

His instinct is to kill and maim
His joy in causing others pain
In an ocean of red his soul drowns
The once jovial soul of a clown
A happy little thing, never again.

Wandering town, carrying knives
Sighting out men, children, wives
None are free from his gaze
Leading you down a bloodred maze
His knives have taken many lives

Child's flesh, woman's scream
To him as sweet as whipping cream
Pulling you back into shade
Cutting you with sharpened blade
The pain tells you this is no dream

His trophies cut out of you
Eyes particular, green and blue
Each one floating in a jar
Each one as lovely as a star
Time may add your eyes too

Forget your ticket, stay outside
Run from that evil vibe
Brightly colored faces dance
Spinning evil's dark romance
Here is where the clowns abide.