You were there when they stalked me. You...happened to stumble upon their nest of life and the tragedy is this... is this, is this... Im so scared darling, I cannot turn my head! My fears are racing inside and all I see is visions of painted heads...painted faces...painted faces...yeah, painted faces! I feel better now then before. I can listen to the lord in my heart. His voice speaks softly, and I love him, this anger is tempting, I feel like spitting... Im so scared, I cannot turn my head. My fears are racing inside and all I see is visions of painted heads...painted faces...painted faces...yeah... Is there a sun? I cannot quite see, or make out...the sky is too dark. Looming overhead, I feel you, I love you, I kiss you, I know you!!!!!! I kicked away the vision and crumpled it down into a gash of wood, burned it inside the walls of my heated fireplace. I kicked away the fears, the life, the tears...I know, I show, I now glow...those painted faces are now gone...
Reason for writing:
Who here was ever scared of clowns when they were little?
Birth sign: Aquarius
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