Monster

When I killed the clown and you praised me;

a suspicious shiver tickled my spine. I see the 

mob and their pitchforks jutting against this 

bruised sky, jeering crazily. 

If my heart still remained, tears

would clean my dirty face.

No regrets hide inside my breast; her

candy-coated Big-Top couldn't hide her true

self. Her blood-stained cheek always turned

away from the sun, hiding her evil like a

vampire. In her eyes, glory was death.

Death is what you seek; your stench familiar

to a vampire killer like me.