Stars…twisting, burning in the abyss…the lights of a carousel alone in the night.
Through the haze, the mist and sorrow a stray child drifted, knife in bloodstained hands.
Why here? Why now? An empty sound filling the air, calling the child onward.
Horses prancing upon the carousel, the hymn resounding in the depths.
Familiar, yet forgotten and forlorn, the lights of a carnival cast shadows in the darkness.
They dance beneath the empty moon, faces empty, without eyes.
Come closer child. Do not be afraid. Smiling back with crimson lips, inviting to play…
A scream. A cry. Flesh ripping from bone, rolled upon greedy tongues.
Tears flow as a river, steps thundering in the dark, a world of horrid pleasures flashing before innocent eyes.
Beasts dance, impaled upon gored pikes of a spinning cage.
Writhing in ecstasy, sweet sweet rapture overcomes.
Pale bodies plunge into one another, thrusting, splayed wide.
The master swells, harder, deeper, its hunger not yet sated.
It beckons. It beckons. Come Child. Come.
Run; climb high, far and away from this place.
There is no escape.
Blades dance in the air, shrill song piercing flesh and ear.
Submit. You have no choice.
White innocence stained in crimson.
Bloodstained hands grasp for life.
Reaching higher, farther, away from the pain.
It all falls away, bleeding knees scraping upon grated steel. The child cries in respite.
The song fades, the spiral of chaos coming to its close. Silence
Darkness enshrouds, oppressive and absolute.
No substance to this air, no meaning to this world.
All is empty and forlorn.
Bleeding light is cast upon peaks of crimson, paths streaming into darkness, into the heart, the origin…
Steps echo upon a trembling path, a river of tears, a song of sorrows.
Grating steel upon screeching iron.
It is coming closer. It is coming closer.
It is here.
A choked cry, a final draw of breath.
Impact.
Bones shatter, flesh rips, bodies rupture.
Everything falls away...
