XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Around and around it goes,who will it land on? No one ever knows. The whirl of the spinner as the clowns dance, the lights flicker on and off as you await your turn to die. The spinner slows getting closer and closer to you you pray it won't, it lands right on you, dead center. The dark forest faries grab your hands in delight, "It's okay don't be afright." they slither. The evil clowns dance upon your body waiting for you to come. Your head throbs,your very existance peels off your weary skin to reveal a pile of ashes and bones. Your arms are ripped from your body,so are your legs. As the very eyes you used are ripped from their sockets you shreak "MAKE IT STOP!" "As you wish darling." a evil clown smiles. The last thing you see is the carnival tent in which you suffered until your last breath. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Meridyth Mayhem · Sun Feb 21, 2010 @ 02:31am · 0 Comments |