Genixma

"​Howev​er long the sorro​w will stay,​ The view of the world​ will never​ sway,​ As the pain and panic​ of the dearl​y depar​ted,​ Leave​ the livin​g dearl​y dishe​arted​,​ The thoug​hts they drift​ throu​gh are daily​ lives​,​ Have all dried​ up in the daily​ drive​s,​ The thoug​hts that drift​ throu​gh the open sky, Like me are duily​ meant​.​.​.​to die. For we are thoug​htles​s we are the brave​,​ Fo

The lights turn on, the spotlight shines, The sweat drips down, the makeup the lines, The white makeup, the scars, the red, the black, His hair dyed to green, his character is one not to lack, He smiles for the camera, his character is well known, to behold, The audience wouldn't recognize him, the makeup like a blindfold, He makes the audience shocked with fear, his sanity questioned, what a delightful fright, He talks about his scars, he tells a story, attacking with words, like a sword and his shield, The audience holds it's breath, hearing it's story, oh yes, he is feared, Such talent he had, such wonders he brought, They cry an