Bombs, bombs away! The crowned prince of Gotham has come to play. Will you stand by his side? Or whimper, run and hide? With nowhere to turn to And no one to plead to, Habits die hard. Though you are scarred, With the familiar sting of bruises and cuts that still ache, Nothing hurts more than heartache. That is why you’ll look at his face and accept his hand, Because no one will ever understand, Just how much his sinister grin and laugh Makes you feel like he’s your better half. This is your finale, hold your breath, And accept how he pushes you towards your death.
their love isn't exactly healthy, but she keeps going back to him... is the reason as clear as day or is it shrouded in mystery?
I’ve been thinking about my life How much I’ve been destroying my pride And realizing how many emotions I’ve tried to hide Am I a jester for wearing that mask You won’t know my feeling until you ask But even then it might remain a secret I won’t show but maybe tease it Who am I kidding, this is my face of poker Don’t get the wrong idea, I always believed that I was the joker
we’re like joker and harley, love cannot be seen my world is dropping in the city and i am feeling dizzy well, this is the agony of being your queen no matter how toxic this is, you are still my weakness can’t stop loving my puddin though i’m the only one who’s vibin and i know i am now weaker than i’ve become.
Births sin, deliverance of death. Blooded eyes view chaos. Jagged Order. Smile at the view and take in the ecstasy Fates whim deals a losing hand. But play you must. The life of cards is a winning man’s loss. Count the hearts turning to clubs. Feel the sharp of the diamond. Sail on the sea of spades. The house grins. A jokers trade, inevitability for certainty Suckle from the table that slaps you with strife Nuzzle teats of treachery and take your fill. Soon you’ll be grown, suit and tie. The house always wins