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Carnival Town


Shots are being fired, but it's all in my head The stabbing memory that nothing was said The screaming inside is getting so loud I'm just waiting for that final silence to kill of my rage, the dirt, the dark black cloud I'm ready to slaughter this filthy town It's worthless here, it's bringing us down To a carnival where the clowns are real They're laughter echoes around my life, my bet, my end of the deal If seconds keep on passing like days My insanity will eventually become its own ways I'm leaving this Hell hole, along with you Because I'm tired of your face, so fake, anything you say isn't true Maybe someday, the butterflies will kill And they'll rest upon an endless sunset hill Keep on smiling and the only ways you know 'Cause I'll enjoy the ride, the candy, I can't wait for when you let go
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Mariah Thiri

Ithaca College 2017 Film, Photography & Visual Arts African Student Association Official Photographer Air Force Military Child [Portugal, Japan, Italy, Germany]

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