In
The Demon’s Head #104: Carousels Go Round
April
24, 2013
Happy Wednesday everyone I’ve realized something
strange today. It was this time a year ago that I was almost done with the
April Poetry a day, and April Platforming Challenges. My fellow writers reading
this blog will remember those challenges, and may even be doing them again this
year. This blog was in its infancy and I was working on releasing my first book
“More Than Memories” It amazes me how much you can really do in a year. I have
managed to find a new niche for this blog. I’ve released “More Than Memories”
as well as “Life After Dark” and I’m about to release “Six Feet Under” The last
two are short stories in “The Blackout Series” and my following has almost
quadrupled. All the while I’ve learned and I’ve brought you along for the ride.
I can’t say thank you enough and I can only hope that the next year is as
eventful. With that being said let’s take a look at today’s picture:
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Carousels
Go Round
In
a dream it was,
Only
never this beautiful,
In
the dream,
It
was full of horror,
Screams
of those lost,
And
the blood that flowed at their feet,
In
my dreams this was a ride ripped straight from hell,
But
here,
Here
in my waking hours,
That
same ride looks peaceful,
And
inviting,
But
it keeps flashing,
The
laughing clown,
The
blood,
So
much blood,
And
the screams,
Not
one,
But
dozens,
That
seem to come from thin air,
He
wants to ride this,
My
son has never been scared,
He
would be up for trying anything,
But
it must be nice,
To
be unafraid and innocent,
But
I can’t shake the images,
From
my nightmares,
He
pleads,
And
finally I cave,
I
put him on the horse,
And
stand back and watch from the gates,
He
wants to do it all his own,
And
at first,
It
seems fine,
Then
the hell begins,
As
gunshots ring out,
Of
nowhere,
Then
the screams begin,
More
shots pierce the air,
And
the screams are louder,
Then
I see it flooding over the sides,
The
blood,
And
suddenly,
Everything
about that nightmare,
Becomes
a shocking reality,
I
scramble to my feet,
And
I’m knocked back down,
And
in my face I see the clown,
Or
in this case clowns,
They
laugh at me as I scramble about the ground,
They
turn and open fire,
And
run,
My
head is ringing,
And
it feels hot,
But
I find my way into the carousel,
And
there he is,
Laying,
Motionless
and bloody,
I
drop to my knees,
Holding
the body,
Of
my only son,
I
felt the twine of regret,
Knowing
that the nightmares,
Had
been trying to tell me something,
That
I had ignored,
Learning
the lesson the hard way,
To
always trust your gut,
About
The Piece
I
have a strange knack for taking pictures that have a decent meaning, and
completely fucking them up. This picture actually tells a decent story. I took
it and turned it into what you found above. If I offended or hurt your
feelings, well it sucks to be you. I’m not out to offend on purpose, but this
is a story that I thought I should tell.
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Until
the next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the
demon’s head, I’m Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
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