Fairground

 

Scream if you want to go faster,

he twists the gears with menacing laughter.

The devilish spin of the octopus

dizzyingly turning brains to mush.

To join the hordes of the living dead

as they lurch around in search of heads.

To pluck the brains out of their skulls,

The organ music never lulls.

As they satisfy their hunger,

In this fairground of nightmares,

where no one wakes up from their slumber.

 

The looming terror of the Ferris wheel,

high above the carnival field.

From up here you can see it all,

the amusement arcades,

filled with coin cascades,

where you lose self-control,

slowly eating away at your soul.

 

In the distance,

the big dipper rises.

Serpentine into the night sky,

the tracks never seem to end,

they just sink into the ground at the final bend.

Smoke and fire devour the cars.

If you listen closely, you can hear a menacing snarl.

 

Take the helter skelter ride,

spiralling down to the other side.

Feel the fearful emotion

of the dodgems car crash motion.

As the announcer speaks with a wicked lisp,

His Snake-like face burnt to a crisp,

“Welcome to the fairground of hell,

why not ride the carousel?”

 

In their grim nightmares

and the visions within.

No fortune teller could have foreseen

the waltzers deadly spin

and the candyfloss machine

that spews out spiderweb threads.

In the fairground of the dead.

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.