The Circusphagus

The Circusphagus


The chaos at the carnival unfolds, the ring master is near,
All onlookers entranced, some in awe, most in fear.
4 Tigers, they roar, teeth bloody and sharp-edged,
A devil concealed waiting, for souls that I pledged.

The sideshow goes on, its lights glow blood red,
It's light draws in patrons, hypnotized by the light shed.
The menagerie of evil, disguised by a spell,
All the unknowing people, that soon will see hell.

A walking parade of ignorance, the path lead by him,
The one we don't dare to name, since the light became dim.
He is the trickster, the monster, who appears in your mind,
When all of the light has left us behind.

He knows us the best, our best friend when in need,
But your soul will be lost, I know so take heed.
Trust me my friend, this stories honest and true,
I don't want my sins to be repeated by you.

Because darkness come fast, don't run from the light,
Mephistopheles waits for you, and you cannot fight.
Once he has you, you are done and happiness ends,
Your life is now forfeit, you lose all your friends.

Defend the light dearly, fight for every inch,
Without it, life's bland and you're stuck on the bench.
While the enlighten still sing, not seeing my pain,
The pressure that's building, inside of my brain.

No manifest destiny, no trail left to hike,
The succubus gone, but my soul still on strike.
When I can't find peace, at home or abroad,
Just hoping one day, that I fall on a sword.

I weave through the brush, the thickets membrane,
With hopes that I don't get lost and end up insane.
For the path is not marked, or mapped by the men,
Who traversed it before, but were never found again.

No religion is saving, all faith is a lie,
All men try to fly, like the birds in the sky.
Surrounded by mediocrity, all their smiles pretend,
Most evil is hidden, disguised as a friend.

My soul is forfeit, I don’t want this for you,
My mistakes are my own, no breath a new.
Veterans and rookies, don't get misconstrued,
The trickster is fun and never acts rude.

Author's Note

Work in progress