Sooty-Face, half-cocked smile, the host arrives.
To the used and the abused he offers a gloved hand.
Blood Shot Eyes, with seamstress fingers.
He begs them to come to a midnight showing
The stage is set as they take their seats; the music masques his departure
As fear sets in, the screams are caught in the funeral march
The host bows with razor sharp teeth “Welcome to the circus of the damned”
Cellos play as the first act was seen in this cirque of the macabre
The audience wooed in surprise
The moon nigh, steadfast in the sky as the monstrosities become the enjoyment
To sad for the patrons as they all clap in glee not knowing
They could possibly be the new employment
Dinner guests oh what fun, what joy
What does he serve to the audience
My, what are they eating?
Sadly the host forgot to say
Much to the crowds dismay
“We only serve flesh of the rest in this circus”
But they chomp through skin and bone, of the guest before them.
Spectacles and acts of misfortune, claps and laughter, what a wondrous Vaudeville show.
As each fall ill, and glasses spill, the audience now sick know
What meat was served, and purity purged in cannibalism
The host speaks, as the bodies drop from their seats.
“Never trust the man in the circus of the damned lest you become him”