laughter, laughter all around
for you see i am a clown
the make-up, the hat, i’m loved by the crowd
the crowd disperses, i exit to my chambers
the creature within now becomes angered
the satisfaction of slaughter shall be savored
you laugh at me now, you laughed at me then
it’s your demise that now begins
in my presence all have sinned
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 