Ringmaster of the Dead

“Step into the ring… I’ll show you how the dead can sing.”

Laughter dripping from the rafters,

Mirrors cracking with disasters.

Every ticket sold in fear,

Every heartbeat pulls you near.

The spotlight burns, the curtains shake,

I’ll take your breath, for the show’s sake.

I am the ringmaster of the dead,

The painted smile where nightmares bled.

Your soul’s the prize, your body’s the stage,

I’ll write my hunger in your cage.

Tightrope walking on your veins,

Popcorn drowning in crimson stains.

Your final scream, a symphony,

My carnival thrives on tragedy.

Calliope moans in twisted chords,

Your silence falls, my greatest reward.

Applause of shadows, faceless crowd,

I’ll bow in blood, I’ll bow so proud.

I am the ringmaster of the dead,

The painted smile where nightmares bled.

Your eyes go dark, your hope turns red,

This circus feasts when the light has fled.

Round and round, the carousel cries,

In my circus, everyone dies.