Funhouse- by: unknown forgotten

Strange days, strange nights
Concave mirrors and reflecting lights
Best I keep my mouth shut
Lest I keep my mouth shut or beware
And fear the taste of curdled blood running from my torrential spleen
The room spins round like a funhouse
I'm rolling, falling down and tumbling around in a cylindrical room
Into the deep dark complex that is my unknown
Way beneath the actual floor, if it ever was there

And the Haunted House next door is compiled of the worst
My sunken corpse suddenly falling forth
With such a thin unexplained grin
To some of us it gives away nothing without touch
In this misguided life

Let us embrace on the Swan Ride
And wish upon a star and hope we get far
Best I keep my mouth shut
Lest we fall short unable to cope