Poems by Me (Dark Poetry)

The Circus

I don't really remember anything before the circus.

It's all a blur up until then.

It goes from cloudy memories that might not even be real,

to a psychedelic nightmare of pain and misery.

It was all bright lights,

people cheering,

laughter everywhere.

Until after the lights went out and the people left and performances were over.

That's when terror ripped through everyone in the circus.

Anything could happen in the dark.

People sometimes went missing,

the next day people would have terrible burns or scars.

Just imagine the horror.

Imagine blood and gore.

The screams of the innocent and the screams of the children.

I didn't enjoy the circus.

No one did.. but the ignorant.

The ones that didn't know the true terror it really brought to those it showcased.

Ah, the Deformity.

The Sweet Deformity