The Horror Show
A winding path, greens overgrown
As I make my way to the top
A door stares me down, it's rusted majesty
It begs me to enter it's realm
The chairs in this place, electrified
Awaiting the seat of man
This funhouse of a darkened life
A twisted wonder, all of it's own
Breathing, inexistant
The air has turned to smoke
My eyes are harmed, but my mind is not
Someone is playing God
These ragged curtains open
But no stage is revealed
The actors neither sit nor stand
Simply floating in mid-air
He raises his crippling hand
As if the world were under his control
The ground, like a fissure, opens
The tombs reveal themselves
The rotting walls grow closer
Becoming tighter with every breath
They come crashing down upon me
But, alas, I still await death
A figure creeps towards me
A phantom of the night
Body cloaked, face withdrawn
I pray he spares my life
But with one swift strike of a hand
My world leaks out in crimson red
It's now my turn to join them
Neither the living nor the dead
© Ryley Gartshore
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Inspired by the cover of an Iced Earth album, I decided to take my first attempt at some non-rhyming (for the most part) lyrics. As it is my first try, I would like as much critisicm as possible
Everything you can think of, please crit
The song is basically just about a twisted funhouse
Enjoy!
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This post has been edited by Stevie·Ray·Vaughn: May 1 2008, 02:35 AM
Stevie·Ray·Vaughn The Horror Show May 1 2008, 02:35 AM
