the mask of dead comedians

ThE MaSk oF

DeAd CoMeDiaNs.

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My Head is a Grave

Of Secrets Told by

Living Angels who

wear the Masks

of Dead Comedians..

Their Whispers

Freeze A wanting Heart,

As 1,000 Thunders

quake Within My Soul.

On good nights I sit

Laughing at The Walls

In Drunkenness,.. till

The Clock Screams like

A Rabbit caught in the

Iron Jaws of This Trap

Called Life;

But..I am a Humanitarian

at such times,

and put the Clock out

of it's Misery,

Because Death for an

Immortal Presence

Shows Mercy..

(an 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..

but I hate their

fucking Sympathy!

On such occasion

They are Enemies

In wait beyond the 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

act like 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

dust, 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.