Winds rattling the hate within draggin the pain out, filling the mind with venom. The leaves scuttle across the ground like insects in search of life. The joker skips down the alley, laughing, drinking, cutting, the wrist opens, to spill life down the drain, cluttered with the leaves of hate.
Tag: joker
I Wonder
I sit here, on the cold steps of my front porch, once again banished from inside, and I wonder if you know who I am, why I am, what I am? So easily you send me away.