"Circus of the Inane"

...a gathering storm of

slithering blackest tar

deepest well of despair

depths unreaching thickness

gouge the light from

my soul so tattered

torn as vultures feast

ripped from safety

to bleed uncaringly

into tides of ashen

graves emptied of silence

vermillion lillies draped

among my tears of self-loathing

like lustful whores

dried and aged

We weave together

this circus of inane

happiness and bubbly cheer

a queer sort of child's play

and breaking of steel glass

revealing the hated within

usher in the demons, so many

with smiles of sullied pain

stand in false obsession

clap for all, a grand ovation

pull me from this

as i take my bow

and spread this

amusing disease...