Impious

A subconscious hallucination of mass proportions
The broken merry go round spins around
Sewed shut and a mouth full of lies
Tell me your fragile promises seer
2,4,6,8
Keep yourself in line
Faulty steps blind you for a second and everything stops
Gasp with me in your moment of ultimate terror
Your death is my ecstasy and your heart my candied apple
Shattered mirrors and painted on faces
A carnivalesque red light district
The strippers are on tight ropes and the men in the stands
Perform for me your greatest tricks
Knock these imbeciles dead
If only for the sadistic contestant you find through the lock
You carry the dripping wet key of the correct proportions
1,3,5,9
Keep yourself in line
One misstep and I’ll plummet right into you
Wide eyed, shocked lipped, and a red tint
Gasp in your orgasmic displeasure