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The clown was lonely, damp and alone on the street. He had been wandering for months even years trying to find that circus, the one where his family was killed by naked midgets in orgasmic clothing. He wanted to find it so that he could burn it down killing kids and familys ruining others lifes so they would feel how he felt. He did not care about anyone anymore his heart was broken, his soul torn out.
Thoughts raced in his head of his parents, the good times they had murdering little kids at the circus, bad times of the kids dying to fast and not screaming for their lifes when he would slit their throats. The only joy left in the lonely clowns life was killing the occasional hobbo sleeping.
In the distance he swears he can hear the screaming of a child. The screaming makes him joyfull almost feel alive again. Yet at last the screaming stops and he is dead yet again. He goes to see if the child is dead at least for maybe a tid bit more of joy in his soul. He finds nothing yet a child looking at a piece of candy on the ground in a pile of dog shit. He passes the child and lets him live, for he does not have the energy to kill. His legs are sore and feet plastered with blisters. His hair smells of shit and is falling out more and more each day. He wonders why he still goes on with his life. He wonders if he should die and why does he keep going on looking for that circus.
The lonely clown sits on the curb watching cars go by. He stares for hours thinking and thinking. His mind is a clouded mess of thoughts. The clown wonders more and more what will be of him. He fears that he will never find the circus. The pain inside of him is eating him away. What he was is a thing of that past, he is not the happy clown he was he is the lonely old clown with a life of sorrow.
He gets up and decides to go on his search once more. He hears something faint in the distance. The sound of clowns. He had no energy to run but he tried. He could hear the sounds of laughter over the hill. Blisters popped blood went all over his shoes as he pounded more and more on his feet as he sped up. Now he was running faster and faster! He could smell the elephant shit, popcorn, and candy now. His shoes filled with blood did not slow him down. He finnaly got up over the hill, and nothing was there. It was just another one of his insane thoughts that screwed with his mind day after day week after week and year after year.
He sits on the side walk again. He pulls off his shoes and empties them of all the blood inside of them, and puts them off to the side to let them dry some. Blood was still pouring out of of blisters fast. He knew Soon he would faint and eventually die. He pulled out his knife. It was a nice knife it had a leather handle fit for his hand and had a 9 inch gold blade on it. He took the knife and cut his vains one by one. Blood poured out everywhere. The sidewalk he was on turned red and would be stained with his blood for months. He layed there and for the first time in a long time he was happy and at peace at last. When his body was taken away he still had a smile on his face. It was hard to see the smile because he had cut his face really deep with his knife over and over again. The lonely clown was free at last.

Raining and dark, a figure appears in the distance. The man is very tall yet is all skin and bone. His face shows what he is. It is blank and emotionaless. A man of no feelings a man of hate. He hates the people in the world. Thoughts of when he was young in his head. Kids use to throw stones at his head. They threw so many rocks at him that some day his head would crack open revealing his brains and blood would poor out like water in flowing in a stream. He was always picked on. Picked on for no reason just because he was there. He always felt as if everyone deserved to die.
One day he brought a knife with him on a trip to the store. It was a gloomy day and the air was thick with fog. He walked down the road very smooth with no expression on his face. The knife was tucked away inside his coat. He walked for many blocks without meeting up with anyone. Then he without noticing right in the head a fucking rock smacks him! He turns around so with such persition and SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! Three times streaking across the kids throat. Veins popping out squirting blood everywhere. The kid begged him to stop. The boy was fucked, for you see he had fucked with a psycho. Then with one, two, three, four, five, six deep cuts along his throat the boys head fell off and hit the ground. Then the boy layed dead on the street blood pouring out of his neck into the streets. Psycho boy then knealed down and started to drink the dead boys blood. Then he pissed on the boys body. Every where on that street was silent for that moment in time. People staring not knowing what to think, afraid to do anything. The people watched the boy walk away. He was not a boy anymore he was a psycho now.
He walked away as if nothing had happened. He cleaned the blood off his knife and put it back in his coat for another time. He had blood on his face still. He enjoyed the site of blood for once in his life. He could still taste the blood of the boy in his mouth. He had veins stuck in his teeth. He picked the veins out and ate them. Now a grown man he fears the world and still hates the world. The man walks off into the dark of the night. What he does no one knows and does not want to know. He will never love only hate. His heart is black. His mind will forever be trapped in a world of hate a world of black seas and skies. Animals and people suffer in his mind its a world that only he can understand. It is the world that the hate of others created, a land of nothing, a land of black.

I dont know whats going on,
I feel like my place in the world is taken.
I have no one to turn to,
I have no place to go.
I dont know what I am doing anymore.
I guess Im just taken up space.
I dont know why I am here,
I find myself in a daze.
I have no place to turn,
I just think I have to go far away in order to be me.
I dont know,
I dont know.
I need some one to tell what I see,
I just wish some one saw what I saw,
Cause I just dont know.

I cried and cried
Nothing to do
Nowhere to hide
I am all alone
With death by my side

My back is aching as I crawl on all fours,
there's a shame in my eyes you just can't ignore,
Still everyday you see me like this,
Doing nothing to help me, my life is a sham,
You kick me while I'm down, bleeding, torn on the ground.
"Why are you doing this?" I spit through my teeth,
you just shake your head, and walk away from me.
"Come back!" I scream through gritted teeth,
still you ignore, I was never yours,
so easy to discard,
on all fours I am your servant,
you watch me slave in vain,
A whip cracks and I try and ignore the pain you cause me,
I love to see you smile,
I think maybe someday you will love me,
if I'm just good for you, on all fours.
I tell you I need you, as you leave me chained to the bed,
the cold poles cutting my wrists, still you don't listen,
but I love you more,
Some may call me a slut or call me a whore,
but I know what you want, and it's me, although you don't show it,
I love you, you have to know this. I hear the whip,
I call your name, you call me a bitch,
you think I'm insane, but I'm devoted, one day we'll be together,
I'm not crazy, there is love in your eyes deep under the torment,
you see mine too.
My make-up smeared, tears running down to my chin,
I sob on the floor, as the revolver clicks and my eyes squeeze tight in fear,
"No, don't do it!" I cry as you stare deep into my eyes,
a wild and crazed look that I've seen many times.
"Shut-up bitch, get down on your knees,
I don't need you anymore, you nothing but a pet to me."
My throat chokes back sobs from love that was meant to be,
it just got out of my hands,
maybe he never really loved me...