Wicked Clowns

January 21, 2011
By Lette_Izzy SILVER, Emlenton, Pennsylvania
Lette_Izzy SILVER, Emlenton, Pennsylvania
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You take my breath away, lay me in my open grave. My open coffin is were I am meant to decay. I'm a slave to the clowns that emptied my soul. I want back my sanity that they stole. Wicked creatures of the night, hatchets swinging, twisted laughter.... Take me out of this toxic waste site. They watch me sleep, they hear my movement. I hear them creeping, I see them weeping.



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