Monster-Sama

The Harlequin’s Charade An imposter walks my body A psychedelic puts me to sleep Fear runs through my veins I juggle fire by day Drink my sorrows at night I’m afraid I’m rather odd Behind this full facade I am a clown at best An egotistical liar at worst The true self asks to be free Small alterations it desires The unspoken angers taste of bile Words from a Harlequin clown Dance only on dirty days Speak no truth on a virgin morning Put away the fake mannerisms Pull out the rotting teeth Push the dogma out to die Repression is the opposition Walk in the light of a true self If you cannot smile from within You'll be a