Saturday, April 2, 2011

Circus

This world is a circus

With strange clowns

They make you laugh

And sometimes frown

You try to look

Through their deception

An existent illusion

A frightening delusion

They smile at you

But they’re covered with a mask

With hatred inside

Engaged in their vile tasks

Your innocent eyes

Can’t catch their lies

They break you apart

Till your spirit dies

The spectators will watch you burn

Until you turn

To a better place

Where even in daze

And lousy haze

No one would harm you

With their naive cold face

1 comment:

  1. All the world's indeed a stage
    And we are merely players
    Performers and portrayers
    Each another's audience
    Outside the gilded cage

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