carny

 
sacred dust jangles your feelings  
corpses of rust turns the screws in deeper  
occult artist with a need  
to cause grief  
with putrid thoughts  
all to make your mind look  
at what resides inside  
 
you can feel it, so prettily decorated, death  
incessant rot, putrifying  
we drag it around with us  
toxic love  
 
my want rushes for the door  
seeking something better  
I am met with the dark  
bloodletting my psyche  
until it bleeds black  
 
confused matter  
attached to feelings better off left undisturbed  
secreting gangrene don't reach in  
you might get infected, left fighting for life  
that was never yours to claim  
you have to fight for it  
while a circus clown pokes fun at you  
insidious desire, you're up for another round  
aren't you?  
 
attention on the center ring  
the hew reels  
a ghastly spectacle  
watch, because you can't escape it  
just be glad it isn't you