The night before this poem I had a dream of this carnival.
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Now that your dead again... and have nothing to feel
Start the game again.... spin the wheel
Round an round we shall go
On this frightful horror show
Enter the freak show at its worst
Bring your soul to house of mirrors
There you'll find a piece of your soul
A part that you have never known
Spinning on the Tilt-a-Whirl
Going fast until you start to hurl
The gypsies dance to their bells
Chanting their dark mysterious spells
Uncovering whats left of your broken heart
The one that was once torn apart
The old fortune teller reveals secrets of your past
A secret so deep it begins to contrast
Enter the carnival of Nightmares
Full of the misfits, freaks, and sinners
Begins the moment you die
Then the darkness takes over the sky
The one-eyed man will pull you to the side
As he speaks he'll open his mouth wide:
"In the back there's a field of corn
Reach the end and you'll be reborn."
