Chapter 2 - curcus of pain

I''m lost in the pain of blinding rage,the blood I pore has set my stage.Life and death two meaningless things,When your in ring master pains center rings I am the clown all sad faced and grim.I am the tattoo man with instead scars for them.I am the lion all battered and bruised.Can you not tell I am being abused!?! My life is like the tight rope woman hanging from a thread.Without the net below I''d surly be dead!My life hangs on teasing my pain.As I lay out battered and bruised crying in the rain.

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