Sitting here and I start to frown
Carrying a thought of dying with a knife
Then I realize I'm one of the clowns
Playing my part in this circus of life

I'm juggling from good to bad
Resembling an angel and demon
There are times to be good and bad
****! It's just hard to get even

Walking along the thread
Trying to find the balance
I wish I fall down and dead
No more quest for my existence

Drowning with lust and sin
Sinking into the darkest pit
Somehow I claim back the light to reign
What for? Just to repeat the cycle of ****?!

-Jess