Runaway Clown
They laughed at her,state of mind.
for to long ago,
she lost herself
and became a freind factory,
muzzled and put on a tight leash
only pain was the reminder of that day
her lover's throat was slight
blood bright like the smile he used to wear
she screamed out his name in hopeless despair
dwindling into the insanity of the everyday human
she made fakes and was the putty in their hands
her muzzle, only allowing her to speak nice words,
her leash pulled tight if she growled
in her sanctuary she sobs
tears staining her old bloodied gown
caling out to the runaway clown