Clowns On Wheels

My father is a very cruel man
Usually made of sick humor
Always standing with cancer in his hand
Someday my friend, some day.

You may find him stuck in his own sanity
While I’ll be screaming inside my breath
He’s far away from even showing divinity
Someday my friend, someday.

He’s more lost than your neighbor's heart
Thrown upon the ground being trampled
He deserves something much more...
Very soon my friend, very soon.

I watch him as the murderer goes inside him
My eyes and lungs fill with disgust
Suddenly an evil though comes upon me
Almost time my friend, almost.

The thought blisters my mind with extreme pain
In living color I saw your blood crush
Raging like a massive storm of acid rain
The time has come my friend, the time is now.

A loud puff of smoke filters the air
His breathing stops and his body falls silently
Nobody would have seen it... But it wasn’t me
The time has passed my friend, the time has passed.