This is a little piece I wrote back a year or so ago during a trying time in my life. Not much, but I figure why not. Final Show by Darth Peanut Here I stand before the crowd Worn, Tattered and forced to bow Seeing the sneering and jeerings from my paint face of smeerings My show is that of my oppression I fall in desperation The faces resemble the walls of many clowns stumbling over the bottles of royal crowns I run into the rain I embrace the storms reign Wash Away my blood stained tears Collect the puddles of my fears Loneliness my only friend Darkness for my end Taking this blade to my wrist Forever shall I never be missed. and to think, I hate clowns( I used to work at Mcdonalds and Ronald scares me. Also the clown from IT scares me too)