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::: Carousel :::

Suffice to say so much a fool to fall into your trap time and again-
When will one learn this is just a game-sadistic mardi gras of a grinning damned saint '
And so it goes-
Like your broken carousel-
It's music composed in hell and running backward widdershins whipping a torturous melody-
Falling drops- a waterdance-
Bringing about a trance to hide the vileness that is you-
All that was lovely-shattered-
Your black-gloved hands work to command the wretched marionettes of your past-
They leap and they lurch in a twisted embrace-
All filth and torn lace as they act out the scenes of your destructive desires-no solace for you until all that's pure is trampled-
Crumbled and torn like crushed wildflowers
- When the once pretty dolls lay fractured and tattered glass eyes full of terror and tears
- Only then can you smile-
A genuine feeling creeps up from the bowels of your being
- Coming around where none were before-at long last you can cast your eyes upon the caravan of disdain-
Your beautiful creatures plagued and collapsed-
And feel a swell so satisfying as you watch them lay dying-
No one will win this game but you- no matter how fine you paint them or carefully arrange them '
You can see past the riot of color and din- you are destined to stand-alone
- The king of solitude-
- Without a soul around to hand you your self made darkness....

Written by: ~ Jamie Black