Send Him the Clown...
Lame Surrender He’s so tired, scared, and sick of it all He is loosing his sense of existence He pleads; “allow me to give up already” Let him surrender with his remaining energy Let him walk away and hide in his dungeon Where he sought refuge, hidden Never again feel dead beat, ill or scared For in the dark no one can see his shamble self His travesty against the world is rebuked He found an amicable milieu to cover his woes None would ask as to why he feels that way For he, himself may not... Sign in to see full entry.