• The conductor is one insane clown with abnormal and stretched out facial features laughing non stop with a wide smile stretched beyond its limits and yet, he cries. The clown is in his own throne made of frozen tears, controlling the park, controlling his mayhem laughing in joy crying in pain, hiding his sorrow.
    Faking a smile.
    Faking the essence of happiness. Just sitting and watching his amusement park. Next to him, a chest, his own personal chest made from the figment of his mind, inside the chest are multiple chest and within one of those chest, is one last chest, inside that is a staircase. Down the staircase of which is miles long and can only be walked through from people who dare to, down to the last step will be a door. The door is open, the only thing without the need for a key.
    But that key is thee and thee is he and he is dead. And death is a contagious thought. A drug perhaps. Just think of the rain. It is an orchestra. The drums of thunder, the strings of rain, and yet the pain of lightning. The adrenaline of fear, that pure satisfaction, its ****** for the mind, Shot up through air in through your mouth. Pure fear. The clown is still in tears. But they never drop.