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What hides behind the tears of a clown A man whos sanity has been lost And cannot be found Ive settled my demons They no longer make a sound As each waking hour passes As time keeps counting down What hides behind a happy face Is a wicked frown As all my twist3d thoughts Keep spinning around and around Why cant I escape from this This carnival of hell But thats a story id rather not tell So until next time I wish you all well Until the day we meet in hell
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
Behind the tears
Temporal Fugue (Skull with clock eyes) The darkness is a metaphor, for all we cannot see or know like a foreboding open door, causing fear to grow Traveler (Suited up stick figure) When the Poet becomes one with both mind and heart Such fear shall be reflective within Ones art Temporal Fugue Gazing deep into the night, dark abyss, or devil's crack knowing when to fight, and when to turn your back Traveler It is cold here and my words are merely steam Turning in to droplets of less than they mean Temporal Fugue Ice gathers where it will, it denies all define a sundering of stone, or vertebrae in spine Traveler Reluctantly we push that stone up an eternal hill of misplaced wells, only to tumble Temporal Fugue Picking up all the pieces, assembling it, like new casting many pennies in, withdrawing, but a few
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
A Conversation Between Avatars (Collaboration with Traveler)
TT Hold the darkness in And then let it out The ink will blotch A picture of All your hidden Doubts Time No longer Linear As the shadow Starts to form "I say" Cover up your darkness Keep your sick muse Warm! TF The darkness holding sway it never ever, goes away grasping throat, not allowing air mind and body, deep despair Ask not for the black of night giving up the will, to fight upon the spirit, blight of heart as darkness wins, and you, depart TT Still Manipulate those shadows 'Till the light no longer lingers Form it in forbidden words Dripping off your fingers An opus of reality A warning this is me Open up now sick muse Let your darkness free..... TF Deep the grey, of ending's kiss when walking in, dark's blank abyss hold the flame, of eternal soul don't let the emptiness, take control
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
Musing the dark? (colab With Sticks {Traveler})