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The Clown's Room


A dark and silent room
An eerie laugh that slowly starts
The unmistakable sound dripping blood
Boody daggers on the wall
Bloody wigs along the floor
Empty clown paint everywhere
A bloody chairin a bloody corner
A devilish smile is all you see
A great burst of pleasured laughs
A dagger in your side
The mistake you made
Was much to grave
Never enter the clowns domain


Written by Christina Bailey Williams


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The Clown

A colorfull mask
A wicked smile
The unmistakable clown
Daggers at its waist
The chanting just wont stop
The screams echo the crowded hall
A wicked laugh slowly starts
A slow glance around
The smile curls disgustingly
Blades in hand
Eyes filled with joy
Silence fills the room
Then slowly ta ta ta ta ta
Blood slowly dripping
From blood covered daggers
As a scrreeaach of the metal door
Slowly closes behind
The wicked clown

Written by Christina Bailey Williams

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My Eyes Burn Bright


On a stormy night like last
I shed no tears
Yet on this cloudless night
My eyes burn bright with tears
Why this sorrow
When rain drops do not fall
To blend thy tears
With that of rain
Does that rain
Not bring thy pain
Is it really from others happiness
That thy pain grows so dear
That tear drops fall
And my eyes burn bright
If that is so
Then why cry this night
If tomorrow shall be the same

Written by Christina Bailey Williams

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When?

All my tears have dried
And all my fears have left
No more smiles
No more tears
I'm empty inside
As if I'm not alive
My body is still here
But my heart has disappeared
To where I do not know
Just an emptyness left
I do not understand
How can I live
And not really live
Why won't my body die
When my heart has disappeared
A long time ago
So why this sorrow
Why won't the blade
Puncture the skin
When will I feel
The warmth of my blood
Have it slide down
From the slit in my neck
To the puddle on the ground
When will I die?

Written by Christina Bailey Williams

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