Clowns

cant sleep clowns will eat me...

everyone has their own clowns... what are yours?

those things that sit just beneth the surface

only rearing thier ugly fanged faces when your all alone

stalking you in your mind, causing that battle inside you

a war that only you can see, only you can fight

combat against the very thing that you have brought to life

that face... staring, leering, waiting to pounce

do you feed your clowns?

if they are there, then you feed them

they cannot live on thier own

they must be sustained

why do we feed the very thing that we fight with?

the easiest way to defeat an enemy is to starve it

why do we continue to feed the internal killing of us?

what drives us to do this?

can you kill the clowns that keep you awake all hours of the night?

of course, but do you want to?

of course, then why dont you?

is it a lack of desire? is a lack of will?

is it easier to co-exist with those deamons?

is there some kind of sick comfort in hanging on?

will there ever be a day when the war will end?

that, i believe, is up to you...

ultimately the winner of any conflict is the one that has the strongest desire to win

once one side decides there is no option but to be the victor

the other side has already lost and its just a matter of time

so, decide to win. choose to be the victor... is it that easy?

..........

time to sleep

let the clowns feast

im too tired to fight

too worn out to choose...