the clown on your wall that you painted in your early life stares at you with his despising eyes. red nose almost mesmerizes you, but you know, the vision of him fills you with fear like in a horror-show. and what he took on is just a lie because he is also a dangerous beast like you and me and everybody else. you smile at me but i can see that your smile is just a camouflage and you actually would like to kill me. the west smiles at you with its beautiful huge productions, but they intend to overwhelm us. the real purpose is never shown, who knows what's going on? you may smile as long as you want to, like the clown on the wall of my room. |
