Joker in the pack
Never had an ace up his sleeve
Laughed and mocked for which he lacked
Soundtrack of broken grief
Damaged and left bruised
Trying to heal
Pain would reveal
More pain to feel
As skins mark fade
New game played
He was the pawn
Sullen born
Bred by fear
Fear grew to hate
Hate to retaliate
But he did
Was it his fate
Taken his evil
to
the
grave
All those he maimed and survived
Point blame and the hate thrived
To live over again
No one laughing in the end
Was heard whimpering from sunken grave