It goes off in the chest no relief still
remaining. It is the feel of grip around
his heart. he stumbles
and trips from the start.
They will tell him the truth.
we have tried all of us. Here inside.
"you must return to the booth."
"you again must hide."
From the carnival barker
(with the quips from the words, the blades using
the power of the past to destroys lives)
so from outside he enters
with the barker's nod.
Protected. In the retro golden booth.
You know to face the velvet curtains because you
are odd.
So odd.
Why so odd? Why do
what you have done time and again?
He goes from his bed.
then his chair.
then to the place he fuels his head.
It is the mind the place from within.
He hears,
"Such a repetitive boy tinkering around with a dangerous toy."
Rushing, rolling, rising and exploding the voice speaks to him.
I will drown them all they will choke
and gasp to breathe no more.
so then I can open, so that I may be free
once more
outside the golden door.
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