Pull the shades
and lock the door after you,
leave him now
let the goon cry his heart out
Days are bright
they illuminate his smiles
Days are noisy
thanks to his laughter
Can you be ashamed
and hold your head high
Can you be the fool
that shuts up the wise
Can you be him
made of heaps
of error upon errors
And still carry on
Those smiles are masks,
that walk aint a swag
but walk of a lost man,
The cruelty you see
that's him
no mask nor pretence.
But the beast loves
it's laughable
Pull away
least his spittle falls on you
Barricade your space
let his crackles,
like splitting thorns in a fire
find you out of shot
leave him now dear-
with night comes darkness,
let his fake smiles vanish
let the laughter fade away
For his shadows hunt him now
Stay away
let him face the hole in his soul
fill it not
just walk away..
Let the accursed
fall to their demise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem