The circus( reoccuring dreams ) ten minute sketch

The circus sounds force me up the stairs.
Hurry, hurry to the light for release,
Aroom of new colours, fun , familiar frinds alike,
Wait what is this darkness, insolent ordor, where spirits ignite,
My heart bursting spilling this I cannot bear,
Close my eyes I end up elsewhere,
To ward twelve and thirteen with the near dead inside it,
Something is following me but I cannot find it.