Miscellaneous

Circus

Plot: both The Greatest Showman and AHS freak show inspired this one. I hope I described the atmosphere to be ~spooky enough.

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It's macabre,
The total eccentricity of the blackened streets and broken homes,
And the lush flora that surrounds it all,
It doesn't feel right to call this city beautiful,
But it's eclectic in its own right,

But the freaks that walk around make the city all too quiet,
And I hate the fluorescent patterns they boast,
And the contentment they show in the luminescence of their own shadows,

The streetlights may shine but the buildings don't,
And no skyscraper can escape the darkness that hides the madness within,

And the trees,
The grotesque plants with mangled limbs stretched out for miles,
They scrape at the freaks as they head to their circus,
But they don't seem to mind,

But everything is just so contrasting,
And I'm yet to understand,
How fragmented people can congregate and live as free as they do,
When no cars pass by and all windows are closed,

The winds that bring solitude are cold,
But they strip away the truth,
And as the city turns pale and the people turn bright,
I think I start to understand,

The freaks,
As brilliant as they shine on their dimly lit stage,
Fail to see disastrous landscapes they call home,
But there's bliss in their ignorance,

And this bliss is something I'll never know,
Not on these streets,
Not in these homes,
Not in the trees that seem to bend abnormally,

Not in the streetlights that buzz mysteriously,
Not in the wind,
And not in the circus I pray to get away from someday,

But today is not that day.