Distored scene, painted in blood on the wall
Circus Memories, clowns are putting on a show
Shut up, who gave you permission to speak?
I’m sure you wish that scene was reality
~
Don’t you wish that scene was reality?
Macabre scenes as my mind flares with memories
When you could purge the still-wet scene, who needs gasoline?
Why burn and leave ash when you could make sure it never comes back?
~
This is a circus of my own
Don’t blame me for wanting to be alone
When you weren’t there for my darkest of times
Why would, I need you now, REMEMBER THAT CRIME-
I laughed as I declaried I wanted it all
So I built this circus, not ready to watch it all fall
That distorted panting- a picture of my perfect reality
Filled with laughter and filled with love
That picture cracked, and peace I’ve given up
So much for that Circus Scene
What a twisted smile, with a deranged memory
~
Emotions, they crash, this circus has been a joke
It’s not what I have pictured at all
I have to dig, up the roots for my dream
Repaint the picture, all to my design
~
Don’t you wish that scene was designed with less fear?
Paint over that picture, with a brush made of tears
This Circus has went on this way long enough
I’m the ring master, it’s time I own it with purpose
~
This is a circus of my own
Don’t blame me for wanting to be alone
When you weren’t there for my darkest of times
Why would, I need you now, REMEMBER THAT CRIME-
I laughed as I declaried I wanted it all
So i built this circus, not ready to watch it all fall
That distorted panting- a picture of my perfect reality
Filled with laughter and filled with love
That picture cracked, and peace ive given up
So much for that Circus Scene
What a twisted smile, with a deranged memory
~
Rip off the days of the calandar, one by one
Each more ripping off a stroke of your picture
Insanity peels you away, it’s like there’s never an end
This is a Circus, not a flower bed, lets act like it
~
This is a circus of my own
Don’t blame me for wanting to be alone
When you weren’t there for my darkest of times
Why would, I need you now, REMEMBER THAT CRIME-
I laughed as I declared I wanted it all
So i built this circus, not ready to watch it all fall
That distorted panting- a picture of my perfect reality
Filled with laughter and filled with love
That picture cracked, and peace I've given up
So much for that Circus Scene
What a twisted smile, with a deranged memory
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Hello there, Akira! I'm reviewing using the YWS S'more Method today!
Shalt we commence with the spooky S’more?
Top Graham Cracker - The main character sings about a circus scene that she has created to hide her gruesome reality, to live in a land of smoke and mirrors. But like every fantasy, it begins to crack away and reveal the darkness within.
Slightly Burnt Marshmallow - There are some parts where declared has an “i”, but that’s just one little thing.
Chocolate Bar - You weren’t kidding when you said that this was a bit darker than the other songs. Right here, the narrator comes face to face with the grueling fact that her circus was made to give her a reality of her design. I love how you described the scene being painted as “distorted” and “with blood”, because it takes pain to create something of a complete dream.
Closing Graham Cracker - She can’t change anything from the past, and the future might not be any better, but still, she pursues on and on, making another circus after another circus, the cycle of despair never ending, always spiraling, spiraling, spiraling…
I wish you a beautiful day/night! ^v^
you too!
Good, I like the theme.
thanks!
Hi! Let's begin, shall we? My favorite part: "Shut up, who gave you permission to speak?"It's sassy, but it's also a powerful statement of autonomy and self-control. It's as if the speaker is saying, "This is my show, my story, and no one has the right to dictate how I feel or perceive it." Now, let's talk about the imagery here. "Distorted scene, painted in blood on the wall" is vivid and intense. I love it! The writing style? Fantastic! I don't think you'll ever be able to write something I won't like, lol.
Can't wait to read what you make next!
- Grim
oh shit I completely missed this review
haha, thanks! this one is one of my favorites.