painted white faces
black circles under glass eyes
friendly, they do fool me
they creep towards me
in somersaults spinning
to music only they hear
their trade illusions
laughing ghosts of evil
chilling children all
I am trapped by their stares
daddy,daddy I whisper
tugging on his arm, he does not notice
slowly, nearer and nearer
I want to scream
I want to run
they reaching with white gloved hands
now, I frozen with fear jump up
the lights go dark and I drift away
darkness reins
all presence of light
gone gone gone
oh daddy
surrounded by dense whispers
over now my life
death comes in this strange place
help me please
fade
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