I am the performer A clown within a mask The humour I portray Is a smoke screen I dispatch I hide in plan sight Behind a painted veil For reasons that unknown A concealed life is reviled
I place myself in debt In order to debit my financial strain Nothing to gain as I dig deep in red The crimson of which I’m bled purges deep Parasitic beings latch onto my seams
Part V The Reality The room is cold and silent Flushed white laid out bare The sound of people walk on by Whilst a constant sonic blared A door it swung on open
Part IV The End Stormy clouds now gather Whilst the duvet expose feet “Why is it that this woman's always hogging up the sheet?” “Can she snore any louder?”
Part III The Relationship Blissfully unaware, time not evident For the dreams that we'd share, reside in our present Presence of my mind, heart, body and soul