Kissing Clowns
Nightmares in my head of monsters in my bed vampires in my mind feeding on the kind soft shadows lost inside ugly voices yelling trusted faces selling demons dressed as dreams nothing as it seems pull myself back in and down to the darkness underground hungry, heartless, kissing clowns looking out through tired eyes glowing ghosts, grabbing ghouls fiends that float stabbing souls spin three times round and cross the bridge dont look down you're on the edge mouth taped shut arms outstretched prayers locked up I can almost reach the wizard waiting at the end I do hope he's a friend or is he just another candy cover on a smiling snake that smothers you and offers a shiny red Apple? ohhh Kissing clowns one touch from them and you're going down you try to hide but your feet are tied a weeping bride, you're going to drown unless you take the shiny red Apple race back across the shaking bridge spin three times round and come unhinged past the grabbing ghouls who want my Soul b