Tears of a Clown

The Tears of a Clown
(What is there left to laugh at)

The world is dark, there is no light.
All this place holds is suffering, pain and spite.

Love is a fleeting, fanciful, sick joke.
It’s said there is no love without pain,
That all must have two sides.
In the couples that I know,
All I see are additions to torment's gain.

What is there left to laugh at...
When the tears of a clown blur the happy faces,
Distorted faces and twisted places offer me no joy.

What is there left to laugh at...
As the spotlight melts the greasepaint, searing through my guise,
My well built wall of laughter, fun and little white lies.
Showing me the places, tender and raw, that burn ‘neath the light
and sight of my peers.

Leave me be, leave me alone with my pain.
I don’t want to be seen like this,
Naked and exposed, without the safety of my quips and jokes.
Leave me be, let me crawl and hide in the darkness.

Tell me now, as you stand over me laughing and jeering at the crying clown
Tell me, what is there left to laugh at
When my world is at an end?