Cirque

Summary

A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty show   Through the pane of pain, the master clown did blow   The circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhyme   Where I forged my chains, creating this pantomime   Pretending to be normal, I wait until after dark   Then I paint the frown on, get a whore from the park   At the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chest   She watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from rest   She dances for the maniac, twirling on her strings   I will make her mine, sharing damaged things  I will be her riddle, she will help me grin   So why does she run away, she has to let me in   No one loves the clown, not even the midget   We’ve gone too far, she will know my secret   Love can break the hardest mask, I know this to be true   Nightmares have hearts too, I only needed you

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