♥ Lost In Coma And Covered In Cake ♥

The sky is getting dark

The air is getting colder

From my spot on the dock I can see the dark clouds getting closer

The wind is playing with the water

Seaweed is floating around on top of the waves

The old carnival on the harbour seems magical

I love the way the scarecrows keeps returning to the old Ferris Wheel

It’s as they are cursed to always coming back

The carnival is mysterious

Like someone’s dead in there

Like Love itself has been brutally murdered in there

I like the smell of blood there’s always hanging in the air

And I love to walk around the swings and the rollercoaster in the night

With the moon and the stars as the only light

The smell of blood and murder is tickling in my nostrils

The freezing air is cutting it’s way through my white dress

Wind is playing with my hair

And as I sit down in the Ferris Wheel cart it hits me

I will always return to this exact spot

I am a Scarecrow