The Dark Circus

Come hither my friend and watch the circus. Though this is not some ordinary fun. Inside you will find that which is not there, and feel the pain of your inner mind. The truth lies just beyond that door, of blood dripping down and maggots lining the ground. There you go my friend and enter the circus, will only you be the main attraction. Up above you see are Hell's own seraphs, not quite what you'd imagined in your dreams. No act of divinity will save you now, as you enter the land of spoiled memories. The spotlight is on you, behold the glory, of your decaying body in blood ridden gore. These are not clowns that inact humor, but actually eat souls lost in eternal limbo. the circus you see is the last step, into Satin's abode where you'll never be free. The mad hatter too stands and awaits your response, as his drink of acid will soothe your throat. So come on in underneath the big top, lined in red velvet buckled at shattered knees. The pit before you is neverending, so please take that immortal leap, and burn forever from what you can't see. The hand before you is naked of flesh, so take hold your soulmate, your only true friend. This is the circus of deathly evil ways, and you are its prize as you hang by your feet. No need worry about prospect of sanity, for it's lost now forever in retreat. The ship over there carries the dead and lost souls, of wicked and immoral lack of humanity. You are a guest and you shall be treated as such, so quickly now you forsaken lemming. What's the matter? Don't like what you see? Well this your mind, and you see what you don't see. This is not only a nightmare in sleep, but a reality you've gained, by having lost all hope while you weep. Ah, I see you've taken a fancy, to the ghostly steed with red glowing eyes, accompanied by the lord of necromancy. Don't worry about bats as they swarm your head, for they only bite with hatred of fright. The mind you have lost will forever remain, but you...., well you're going to a far more narcissistic state. I see you've plunged into the pool of sorrow, and that's where you shall stay, your soul we shall borrow. You will now feel the torture, of the Dark Circus way.Well this one was just me rambling. I couldn't think of anything, so I just started writing. Pretty weird huh? Basically this deals with insanity. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 04:25 PM PST   0 • 10