A different sort of fantasy.

Come one come all, let’s here you scream
We’ll be your worst nightmare or your best dream
Our Circus Tents , filled with bugs
Smell lovely, like corpses being eaten by bugs
Our many attractions will keep you here
Your eyes glued open, wide with fear
But don’t you worry
You won’t ever have to go
For now you’re part of our dead freak show


Don’t be frightened you’ll like it here
Your screams will echo, your terror, sheer
Keep walking nearer and your footsteps begin to disappear

by razorxbladesxslip
posted on 08/22/2007