Phantasmagoric Cabaret from Mutantstrosities by THAT Damned Band

the Phantasmagoric Cabaret
By Sylvester T. Crow of the World Below

Headless mannequin dancing on the tightrope
girl with the glass eye staring at the boy
with the porcelain mask and the patch work dress
under the ruins of a faded circus tent
where the thorn trees grow and the black water flows
and only the ravens know its name

Nothing’s ever as it seems
when you’re living in the land of dreams
and you turn to find yourself but he’s not there

People with their empty faces
staring at a bus map they’ve been waiting
in an abandoned city where the moon never sets
and it only shines green and they’ve waited so long
that cobwebs have grown over their fancy clothes
and Bella Donna is the only tonic

Nothing’s ever really clear
when you’re looking through the opposite end of a mirror
and your reflection gives you a knowing wink
but you can’t recall

Naked, painted harlequins dancing
around a bonfire where memories are thrown in
to feed the blaze that gives infernal heat
but whose glow can never illuminate

Nothing’s real and it’s all play when you’re
living in the goblin way and you aren’t really
yourself but you don’t care

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