Clown Poem by Wild Child

Every morning a thumping heart
breathless as he steps outta bed,
a shot of pain hits him from the past
words now and then the same,
fire bearing kiss to set it aright
then its back to where they began
with each hit, heat is growing thin

painted on smile, no matter what I do
a frown painted over, upside down
it overshadows the gloom

the tigger finger set, gun's to the head
till the shot fires, he'll fake it
though emotionally dead

painted on smile, no matter what i do
a frown painted over, upside down
it overshadows the gloom

hearts broken, legs are trembling
water dont quench his thirst
tongues not tasting food,
the same song still hits his heart
with a different punch
unhealed wound cut anew,
and blood tastes better with each wound
pains just a friend we never really knew