Welcome to the amusement park of the dead.
Please do come in, your skin may crawl but you'll have a ball.
Wander the halls of the fun house, the walls have eyes.
Those that enter are tortured.
Hear their cries?
Everyone dies.
Play toss a ring on the bottle, the ghost will throttle you.
Take you to their graves down below.
The clowns steal the show, they will scare you so beware.
It's your soul they seek.
calling you closer as they squeak their horns.
ripping you open with their sharp teeth, shoving you into balloon animals so you can't scream or speak.
The fortune-teller is like a thriller, calling the undead to tread on you and rip you limb for limb.
The fun's just begun.
Come win a prize the toys are alive, calling all demons they crawl, fly, and slither.
Leaving you in a tither.
The petting zoo is something new, the creatures will devour you.
Come ride the haunted train to hell where you will burn alive.
If that doesn't churn your stomach the rotten candy apples will, under the skin maggots dwell.
Lend me your ears, let me feed your fears.
The carrousel will spin you round and round where the arachnids can be found.
They will wrap you up and drink their fill, leaving withered empty skin like a shell.
Visit the Ferris wheel watch as it goes faster and faster.
Meet your operator, hear his evil laughter?
He has a blast sending you hurtling down to the ground.
pools of brains and blood as people rain down from above.
The roller coaster might be rickety rackety and kinda tacky.
The creatures will pop up and attack you.
Hack you up with axes pull on your guts like taffy.
Snack on you like Hannibal Lecter.Fear is a factor.
Next visit the bumper cars they are kinda bazaar, you never get far before crushed skulls and broken bones burst through your skin.
Do come in for some deadly fun.
All our amusements spark fear.
Your end is near.
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PoéziaMy self written poetry, of different varieties. All writing is original, artwork is not mine.
