His body is outside, motionless, and still
He looks at me with those point black eyes
Whispers
while about to decorate his white-painted mouth
with a dirty cigarette
“Don’t trust my smiles”
I ask why?
He winks, covering his eyes next with shades
Putting out the flame
He burns the street
Walk towards the crowd of people
Waving and open arm hugs
Kissing babies and telling them happiness
He blew up balloons and have endless water coming from his flower
The people wore him as if he was a god
He creates miracles under people's feet and visions
Money was never shy to him nor the flashing lenses
He was covered in it, head to toe, the jewels of life
He even kissed me once or twice
-
But I know
He locks every door he enters
close shut every window as he takes out his shades
I tell him "You really should get some rest"
He never answers, just holds a hand up and grins
The crowd laughs with him as much as he did
when he practices with the mirror
He refills gallons of water into his little flower
Drowning it even,
His jokes where long
His punchlines were short, to the point
When he told stories it was like he lived them
Even though he said it was a lie
He dances at midnight, under every full moon
It was a slow waltz, holding both arms out as if he was carrying someone
His feet never made a sound, his body twists like clockwork
Always near the end, his moves become more jagged and somehow loose
Then he sleeps standing, upright, as if he was waiting for someone
-
Every show, when he bowed he did it with a unique grace
As if he was about to hit the grave
I always thought it was because he was tired
Yet he is wide awake with a bundle of energy
Always talking, moving, and seeing how he can be better
Replaying shows in the afternoon
Mocking himself on his mistakes, putting notes on every timestamp
Posing better than the one in the black mirror
Ending with sighs every time he wasn't
-
Every show he walks by me
Telling me
“They must be terrified”
I ask why again
“Because I’m not a clown, I’m a magician”
I smiled and he did to
Bring every show some sort of joy and insight
He even had a band play for him as he enters
Everyone remembers how his theme song goes
Even to his most devoted fans, they created nicknames for him
Yet stood near the glass in stores that sell his merchandise
He would grin then trace with his finger the words
"Fallen Sun"
I asked what it meant
He just shrugs and moved on telling it's not something to dwell on
He skipped into his last show on tour
He shouted this was his last trick
“TO SHOW WHAT IT FEELS TO BE FREE”
He tosses gallons and gallons of water out of his suit
He was off script and I can it was hurting him
Bottles of glass broke mid-air
Security confused of not knowing that to do
The water turned like snow
The people glowed in oos and ahs
He held his arms wide open, hearing the applause
It was odd
The snow hit the stage become an icy lake
Then it hit me, I was awake as he waltzes back and forth
People were following him, laughing and cheering on
He bowed like any other show
then fell down, slipping, breaking, and reaching out
As the spiral of blood appeared
As I run froward
As people scream in horror
As he fell broke in the lake
A flew note to my feet.
“There is no such thing as free, only bigger cages and higher prices
Live life or learn how to pay the price.“
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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