Carnival.

Suffocation
It seems I am going to die
but it is only the feeling of going under
Emptiness
It seems I have no heart in
but it is only too many feelings, my immortals.

Yearning. Falling. Lack of caring.
In their eyes all I am is failing.

In flesh, muscle, bone and spirit it grabs me tight
Hatred cannibal carnival.
They feed off me as I long thirsty.

Burning. Crawling. Faint of stillness. Loud.
In their heads everything I am is calling them. Over and over.

I am done, definitely. I am over, maybe.

What a night not even close to sweet.
the flavour it all leaves so bitter in my tongue so dry.
Loneliness is me.