Freak Show

welcome all to my show
also known as my soul
the clown is not dead
he is just living in my head ..
driving me mad .
as i try to understand
where i stand.
why i hurt myself with my own hand.
my dream has melted as sand .
all i have' is memory
surrender me
i dont need help .
you don't want your fingerprint on this body bag
this red paint ain't makeup it is blood on my face
the perfect taste of blood sorrow and hate

dont go
its my poem let me see
how low can i go
let the fear flow
let me give you a mind blow
adore the pain
kiss the flame .
choke from my sick joke.
monsters and freaks dance slow
it's my show