The disturbed clown

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This is easily one of my darkest poems.

Let the Blood Flow

Come!
A secret so grand and so noble have I!
I think that you know not.
I would that you know of something.
An odd, little fact!
Something so profound!
Something so wonderful!
Ne'er shall it be hid!
I shalt reveal it to the world,
Lest they be ignorant.
See thou this knife?
See thou its blade?
Feel thou its sharpness?
It cuts through skin and bone!
I seize it.
I wield it.
I angle it.
I plunge it.
Deep into my stomach.
I did the thing
That I should do.
And watched the blood poor out!

The Clown