The Clown

Came the time that I hate and it's getting very very late....

The sun is down, I see a clown.

Its under my bed or is it just in my head? 

My eyes are open, my body is stiff.

It feels like I am willing to jump of this cliff.

I heard the cries of the clown, he suddenly laughed when I saw the blood on his gown.

He is dragging me to his place. 

I am scared after seeing his face,

The sweat is running from my forehead,

The tears are making my eyes red,

My hiccups are noiseless,

My cries are pointless,

My hands are trembling,

My nose is bleeding,

Where is this way leading? 

He is taking me to a place unknown,

Where no flowers are grown,

Nothing has ever been touched by sunlight,

Never a day always been a night

Where am I? Who am I? I don't know what am I? I am the clown the clown is me, its not I anymore it's WE.