Clown

Washing away this constant sorrow
Trying to cast out my last demon
If God graces another tomorrow
I’ll shed the skin of the heathen

I’ve been a sinner most of this life
Tasted what was know as pleasure
Dancing on the hot blade of a knife
Never did I find any buried treasure

Walked across many a minefield
Pieces of me scattered everywhere
Couldn't harness any love to wield
Though vacant eyes I would stare

Dead inside hosting a shallow soul
It even hurt when I fucking smiled
Nothing attempted made me whole
Unliked by most chaos blooms wild

Even after darkness consumed me
Worldly beings resumed the beatdown
Once the light arrived to set me free
I stopped being the devil’s clown