i used to dream
used to love the world
but now..
the clowns came out to play
the tigers and the lions
crack
goes the whip
the ringmasters weapon
demanding of obedience
the rules we used to follow
now the days
the daisy chains
the laughs
smothered by this darkness
the darkness inside me
the white and red striped tent
conceals the twisted side
the side
that no one sees
the laughs
the lights
fake
the colors faded long ago
the machines no longer work
the clowns all play
along
talking to themselves
and yet...
everyone understands
the swings hanging from the roof
are dormant
swaying in a non-existing wind
its eerie
here at night
the darkness been here since...
crack
goes the whip
bow
i do obediently
bent now to his will
but in this twisted circus
there are no glowing lights
while all the dead and dying
play the same game
as the skeletons they hide
the twisted game
called
love
