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You’ve said no before

I can’t cry anymore

Tonight will be the last time.

Tonight’s different, you see

It’s a circus, starring me

A circus like never before.

This circus is different, I’ll have you know

There’s no cotton candy, no games and galore

Instead it’s filled with horrible things

Like pain pills and nightmares and gut wrenching gore.

Tonight, the ringmaster is your mind

When your mind is insane, then who else do we find?

The devil to lead, announce every goal

He’ll whisper and linger till your blood runs cold.

I’ll start out the show

With a little hello

From Dylan your dog? I don’t think so.

So close the tent curtains and lock your door

So Dylan can’t see

So no one will know.

Now, the real show’s about to begin!

I won’t let you scream

I wont let you win.

All the people are waiting; they’re hushed in their seats

Spitting memories of him

Like sunflower seeds.

Act one-

Now the show’s officially begun

Starring you and the razor,

The razor can’t run.

The razor screams as it runs down your wrist

This act is a game; it’s fun with a twist

It’s like tight rope walking, do you get the gist?

You stay on the blue lines that cannot be missed.

What happens when you slip on the blue line?

It’s okay,

Then there’s no limit, nothing to define

This way works best

You can carve in his name

And put it to the test.

He’s the reason you joined this circus, correct?

He thought that you were just a defect

It didn’t hurt writing his name with a blade

So we’ll simply try a different effect.

Here comes act two,

It relates to you

Swallowing pills

That make you cuckoo.

You’re a flame eater, that’s why you’re admired

To forget the pain

And swallow the fire

You’re eating the flames

Could it get any hotter?

Don’t cry to me

There is no water

Once you swallow a pill

There’s no getting it back

So drink up,

Choke on your tears.

You got what you wanted

Now you have to say cheers.

So swallow the blood

That’s in Act three

Prepare to be amazed

At what you will see.

The last act is truly quite fun

They pull out the cannon,

You load up the gun.

The people are screaming, jumping around

In the depths of your room

There’s none to be found.

There’s a drum roll, it’s a knock at the door

He breaks it wide open

And sees what’s before him.

“Please stop!” he yells, he’s making a pledge

“I want you back!” you hold on to the edge

Don’t listen to him; he’ll ruin it all

You’re supposed to be the human cannon ball!

You cock the gun, you hold it tight

There is no point of being nice

You spit out the words, harsh and cruel

You look him in the eye and scream “I HATE YOU!”

The trigger is pulled

The cannon goes BOOM!

Your blood seeps out the stories untold.

He stands there in shock.

A bullet for him?

I think not.

Were there tickets for tonight

So he could know?

The devil’s game means

He gets his own show.

He may not have listened

The chances were slim

But he had no idea

That you hated him.

Now, wasn’t that fun

Like the circus Ole?

The best part was the finale, I’d say.

Can’t wait for tomorrow

It’s his own small affair

Hosted by me, the devil

Who else will be there?