Kissing Clowns

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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

buy the demon's dreams

I'm out on parole

wake up in my bed and turn my head

to the monster on my pillow

and the vampires who still own me


Christine Jordaan 

© 2024

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