the funny ones die once the lights go off seeing shit in the dark... unable to hide is the truth of an empty room closing in on the heart... confused on how the days can disguise emotion the way it does... when nights tend to bring out every lil glitch beneath facial expressions jus bcuz... the clown fades into the shadows where laughter can no longer be heard without sounding eerie asf... as time slows to endure a repeated determination to remember everything of no use as ashes turn up dust... the linger settles jus past every evening once the head touches the pillows ease... as sleep is one thing so hard to come by as the goofball loses a smile to the lack of sleep... dragging the heart down a road of wonders n fear... the mind won't stop spinning long enough to rest its grinding gears... for the humorous one that doesn't show how life has taken its toll is crippled laying in bed... hopes to awaken in a morning where chuckles can show everyone it was jus a dream fed...
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