The lights, the freaks
The smell of success
The comeradery and the whispers
Smell the cabbage
Taste the clouds above it
Talk to them, you need an answer
Anything can be achieved
I will take you now
I will take you down
To the city of carnivals
Where all your sympathies
Are tied up in chains
I will take you down
To the city of carnivals
You will never, ever
Ever be the same
|
Email this Poetry
|
Add to reading list





