Just a poem I made up at Dead Hour (3:00am)
It isn't the best poem I have ever made, but I thought I'd still share it with the lot of you anyways... please do enjoy and comment if you like it. =)
She spins, She twirls,
Her thoughts mix and combine to create,
A Carnival of corpses filled with boys and girls,
all dressed in black and white.
The Merry-Go-Round never looked so grand,
With horses spinning round and round,
Don't mind the blood, for if you thought, you would never stand to comprehend
What those Candy Cane poles were for.
The Hall of Mirrors, so much of one.
A great place for Adelescent girls to get lost,
For the Incest Carnies must to have a little fun,
A horror flick for all to see.
Music, such lovely deafening sounds,
Used to set the Blood-lust mood,
Especially made for the clowns,
How they love a good fright night.
All in one, in the Carnival of Despair,
For all to see, and all to scare,
You would best come in pairs,
If you'd like to stay alive!
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