Carnivals

Twists and turns

’round and ’round and ’round I go

Corpses burn

as I entertain myself for show

The lion’s fake,

so is fate

This seems to be what I create

A master’s show,

yet no one’s flow,

illusions and delusions grow.

Circus, circus,

no one’s sane.

Carnival’s in my fucking brain.

Insane you say?

Not my way?

You’re wrong, you’re wrong!

It’s right as day