Look at this frown upon my face.
A painted smile would be a waste.
Time spent on useful energy.
Just a mask to hide me.
A joke in which I appear.
Suddenly, life becomes so clear.
A rig full of hope makes me not but a smear.
A grease spot on a road so far.
A deafening silence that I can't hear.
A blended heart that fills a jar.
Stop me before I crack a smile.
Walk with me down this ebony isle.
Smiles, laughter, a penance to pay.
Lies of happiness trickle each day.
Tears wash the paint to a blended mess.
It's a beautiful scene, I must confess.
Wipe off the lines of burning salt.
To believe in love, I'm in default.
Remove me from any a lifeless photograph.
And upon my death write only few words on my epitaph.
"The clown who only wanted.
A heart that was not haunted.
A clown who only wore a frown.
Through the lips laughter would not sound.
Tears that streaked the greenest eyes.
A soul knowing not but sad good-bye's."
Bury me without a painted face.
Not a suit of a clown, dress me in linen n lace.
Remember how I truly was.
Laugh over my grave just because.
It always eluded this now unspoken tongue.
Angels or imps Will come for my soul incarnation.
Tears or laughter, the last song sung.
And cover this body with jollification.
I hope these lines last the duration.
From the enemy of time.
Happiness or frustration.
I hope you enjoyed this sad clowns last rhyme.