ThE MaSk
oF
DeAd
CoMeDiaNs.
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My Head is this
Grave
Of Secrets Told
by
A
Living Angel
wearing
The
Mask of
Some
Dead
Comedian.
His
Whispers Freeze
All
wanton Hearts,
as
1,000 Thunders
quake
Within My Soul.
On
good nights
I
Laugh Sadly at
Cold Walls
In
Drunkenness,..
until
The Clock Screams
like
A Rabbit caught in
The
Iron Jaws of This
Trap
Called Life;
But..
I'm a Humanitarian
at
such times,
and
put the Clock out
of
it's Misery,
For
The Death
of
an Immortal
Presence
Shows
Mercy.
Or
act of
Compassion
towards Rabid
Gods
who gnash their
Golden
Teeth at Mortals
to
express Eternal
Envy.
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On Bad Nights ,
I AM
The Sad Comedian,
donning the mask
of
A Happy Angel to
set
The Hearts
of
Friends at ease..
because
I hate their fucking
Sympathy!
On such occasion
They
are The Enemies
in
wait beyond that
Onyx
Gate which Guards
me
from The Villain
Sanity!
(the worst fate
for
slaves Like me.)
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When I was Lonely,
I
prayed for A Perfect
Other
to break my Desperate
Chains,..
then I fell in
Love..
and..
Fell from Grace,
into
A Darkened Sea
Of
Hate,
Where Mean Fish
imitate
hungry Sharks
because
they're Afraid ..
that ..this
big
Bad desert world
might
eat them
like Happy Meals
served
to Weeping Children
with
Old Souls
destined To Be
Rot
and Mold!
(and upon such
nights
I am a Heathen.)
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but
The thing about
this
Grave of Secrets
is:
(Shh! Don't
tell
anyone )
Everyone tells
everyone
until everybody
knows!!!
and
then its truly
pointless
You know?
Pointless like
A
Living
Angel wearing
the
mask
Of Some Dead
Comedian!!!!!!
(Who was
never
fucking
Happy.)
J.s.h.
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