Express in my mind is gathering more speed.
Braziers spread heat and collapse.
Funnels whistle, steam wind up the northern gale.
Cabins are filled with drunk clowns.
Facial paint on the walls.
Words written down with passionate hate.
“Do we ever have the pleasant smile
from a child of horror and lies?.”
The dots have fled.
Running freely on fields with deers.
Hiding inside their fur coats and secret light.
Playing hangman games between their horns.
The dots have fled from the pain and suits.
“Do we ever have the wretched soul
playing with dolls and hide-n-seek?.”
Braziers spread heat and collapse.
Funnels whistle, steam wind up the northern gale.
Cabins are filled with drunk clowns.
Facial paint on the walls.
Words written down with passionate hate.
“Do we ever have the pleasant smile
from a child of horror and lies?.”
The dots have fled.
Running freely on fields with deers.
Hiding inside their fur coats and secret light.
Playing hangman games between their horns.
The dots have fled from the pain and suits.
“Do we ever have the wretched soul
playing with dolls and hide-n-seek?.”
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