Crown of the Clown I'm endless light, I try and fight, I fall and stutter, I hear then eyes flutter, Who am I? A sad bastard. I cry There's only laughter. Pen pals Sealed in blood, a love letter flood, Random words/paper dust, I followed my creator, In black empty lust, No more trust. Eviscerated by a paper knife, Pain - my eternal wife, Gut the paper, In blind empty rage, All the same on each page. Follow me, Death becomes us, We will be free to suffer gladly, Your bitching and moaning will satisfy me. Lost Soul Bought and sold some love foretold, My marked karma on the market of dharma, Bought and sold my blood bold, In my eternal fall I am air to breathe foul You detest me, I love to hate you, We both want to embrace you, With a knife in the back, a blade through the front, Stab, stab, stab your horny throat. Yet all I do is walk lost in the city of stiff cunts, My wounds bleed and crust at hours of distrust, Looking for a drug that the mind can't fit, Alone at night in the brain's deepest pit. I saw you at night in another girl, She thought I wanted to kill her, She was right but it was you, Your corpse heart so bland, only I can love you. Demon Twin I will carve a heart in the flesh of your face, So you can feel as disgraced, Projectile vomit in your festering direction, 'Cause I don't want your attention. Mirror, mirror on the wall so ugly, What is the state of yours truly? I will break you, friend, Stop trying to pretend. No, I am for real, your motions disgust me, I don't want to be you; you disturb me, Free my soul from your chains abhorrent, So my soul can rage in a bloody torrent, And dissipate as a new galaxy of lacerations, For the sun is a wound in the void of what I see In my demon twin, Inside. Thanks for not reading this.