[Regulator]

I have been a carny here since 1999, witnessed all the casualties and the freak show,
These hallowed grounds smell like tragedy, the old folks confused this aroma with weed smoke.
the mysterious stench, the empty Ferris Wheel, still spinning in motion, you almost see both.
Vivid imagery of this scent, followed by what was depicted as 3 ghosts, we picked this night to be close..
Only evidence we know, is the predator slipping up and leaving a message to decode
Was it my dream job? No, it turned into a nightmare, this was the only place I wouldn’t be cast aside
A lot of time was spent wondering if the rotten cotton candy would curve a cannibal's appetite.
So, sometimes I would channel the after life, it would be an understatement to say this happened twice,
I saw the dark figure more than once, approach the Farris wheel then vanish when you catch a sight,
Not even a footprint was left on the patch of ice, but we knew; all savages act alike.
You kind of ignore what you see passing by, It was either an apparition, or a brief flash of light
So every entrance had to be secured, if there was loose locks, we would have the night to Latch them tight
But the way these dark figures work I was so close to seeing it again that evening a black demon…
Entering the fray performing magic tricks, I'm sitting next to the top hat placed on jaw bones half eaten.
Almost a kid like performance most of the tricks were bad even, somewhere beneath lies a sad meaning.
Lye and a dad screaming, sound deprivation would bring clarity to what you heard last season.
Lies presented behind the mask, pleading, he found medication but was still asked to leave; grieving.
Tried defending inside the wrath, seeing no other option, just a slow thunder that started intervening.
Every summer he would bring her here, she loved the Farris Wheel even when it stopped working.
She was so innocent that she didn't understand when her dad tried to explain that it's not perfect.
Every ride here has a story, except this one is never told, it's almost like it was the lost version.
Redacted from the papers, and the morning news, because the ending of this tail was too disturbing.
I worked the grave yard shift, used to paint pictures to hide emotion's, the pain only decays in the art.
I remember the butterfly tattoo on her face, she dropped the cotton candy after straying too far.
I acted like nothing bothered me, but the guilt ate me alive, everyone knew I was playing a part.
Hoping one day the burden's lifted, one of the ghosts approach me removing the dagger from my heart.
People are blinded by the bright lights, but they promote the scams, like the death and despair,
The rigged carnival games, a suspicious cast of characters, to leave you on the edge of your chair.
The reason I bare this pain, is because I was working that day, and feel everyone's is left in my care.
In November the accident happened!
A Farris Wheel malfunction would change the course of lives, 20 years later I still check the repair.