The Clown

one day — not far in the future
you’ll struggle with your own
it will reach the climax
when the clown appears

the scene will commanded by himself
no promise for salvation and mercy
he’ll choose you by random
not by score or by scheme

he’ll acting like a scavenger
and shatter your head
no signs in past
for the coming clown

you’ll be surprised: he mention love

nothing will left
just bad memories
and a burned shape

the coming clown has no shadow
he’s the multiplied evil
you’ll not see his real face
wearing a mask of a harmless character

never trust the coming clown

his smile will rest your body in a coma
like poison of a snake

his jokes will break your bones
like glasses smash down to ground

his laugh will burn your breath
like combustible liquid