The Jester Who Laughed

Ignorance is bliss, and thats why,
Every single day, i tend to cry,
The knowledge you gave me,
That wasnt your usaul cortesey,

Its got me ruined, down on my back,
In the aftermath of that attack,
My worlds now blossomed into flames,
In responce to my selfish claims,

Alone at night in an empty bed,
My thoughts wondering and mislead,
To that far behind time,
Where laughter was a crime,

And the people cried at day,
Seeking to keep their demons away,
But i was the fool, the joker,
Who laughed with his face in the ochre,

I was the jester who laughed,
Alone in the river on a raft,
Out of the pathetic dreamlike state,
With marks on my broken slate,

But i cry empty tears, alone
With a heart as heavy as stone,
To think i was in the court of kings,
But so out of place in things,

And i never really understood,
Why you were so good,
But so unhealthy for me
So now i follow the river to the sea,

Hoping for another cliff,
Upon which il stand, tall and stiff,
Til i throw myself off again,
Into the mother of rain

Author's Note

Just something, some inspiration.