My astute sadness falls in to obscurity
As my beleaguered heart drowns in madness
Yet, I enthusiastically embrace this majority
Grinning at my tortured exuberant canvas
A crooked smile, my face spreading wide
Gashes upon my past, brought to life
The twisted anarchy is my pride
Following a path on the edge of a knife
The out-flowing insanity, my soul enveloped
My obtuse feelings rushing in to disarray
The bitter darkness my spirit developed
My past life, willing to betray
I welcome and revel in my malevolence
Being called the Dark Prince
I am a mad ruler, benevolent
Giving me a wild pleasure, seen as nonsense
None can see in to my thoughts
Anarchic wanderings floating around
I burn all that I have bought
Burn it all to the ground
Burn it all. The people who walk in comfort with their morally loose ideals. Darkness needs to be dragged out from within, as we all need to be saved from societies twisted obligations. They need to fall in to primitive anarchy to truly see themselves.
I do not have another equal, none
Even my dark rival disappoints me
His presence gives me some fun
Yet I shall fall from grace
His justice is a personal vendetta
Derived from beliefs he created
Based on an iron law
Prosecuted by the judge, himself
He always hides in black, he thinks he is a dark soul. Always brooding, confronting my very mind. He is the only friend I have, the only interesting aspect of my life. And even though I wish him dead, i wouldn't know what to do afterwards.
So I crown myself in white and green
Red splashed across my lips
As I look in the mirror, clean
I ask...
Why so serious
This poem isn't my personal views. Just a thought of the Joker and how he falls slowly in to madness.