The stage is set,
Facades are up,
In the Circus of Death,
Who's going first?
No safety net down below,
Ringleader with a spear,
Welcome to my Circus of Death,
Who's going next?
Stands are empty,
Bodies burnt and bitten,
Your late to the Circus of Death,
I enter and close the curtains,
Bloody smiles and I'm the main attraction,
Who's my final kill in the Circus of the Dead?
YOU ARE READING
My "Diary"
Non-FictionBook used for my stress and depression! Might also include poetry... Everything I make in here is mine and my frustration on one book... Also a songbook for songs that I hear and changing the lyrics a bit- Chill- it's something that I've been thinki...
