Needless Things: Animalistic Funhouse

Step inside, where shadows breed, A carnival of hunger, lust, and need. Mirrors warp with bloodshot eyes, Beasts in masks, where laughter dies.

Claws click time like metronomes, Through ribcage halls and hollow bones. A serpent whispers, “Choose your door,” Each leads deeper—never back to shore.

Painted jaws with crimson grins, Invite your sins to crawl within. The dark arts hum, a whispered spell, This funhouse is a living shell.

Flesh becomes fur, breath becomes growl, The human fades, the animal prowls. No exit sign, no guiding sun, Only the dark, and the feast begun. NNN