Tears of a Clown

He was lightning in a bottle. Chaos in a smile. Raised on dares

and detentions. Ran wild every mile. Couldn't sit still, couldn't slow down.

Laughed too loud, wore mischief like a crown. But every joke was hiding something

darker all the while. He danced through fire, never felt the

burn. Played the fool, but never learned. Now the echoes chase him through

the years. A thousand laughs, a trail of tears. And the mirror

shows a man who can't return. He built his life being lied to by scammers.

A jester lost under the dark hammers. Now the spotlight fades and silence