Clowns

Clowns all around,
They gather and laugh,
They taunt and play,
Til the end of the day.
When they are alone.
They wipe off their painted
Smiles as their tears fall down.
They cry, and mourne.
They surround you as they laugh,
They are creepy, because
No one but I
Can see through their disgiuse.
They are killers. They plan it all,
To make you lose your senses,
To make you feel happy.
All to make you trust them.
Then they lose control, they
Become psycho,
And you know what happens next?
You really want to know?
Well they laugh at your pain
And struggling as you wake from
That daze you were in,
The moment you realize
They are not friendly,
You wonder why they laugh
As they destroy you,
Then you begin to notice,
That the word
Slaughter.....
Can't be spelled without laughter...