This is a little poem I did to tide me over until I get up the courage to finish my other TDK work

This is a little poem I did to tide me over until I get up the courage to finish my other TDK work. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.

Nails scraping, bodies moving

it's almost easy to forget

who we are

Without the make up,

without the mask

we can pretend we're human

Unexpectedly

Normal

It's almost as if we're pure

without blood on our hands

No buildings burned,

no blood's been shed

no battles to return to

We don't have to think about

Anything

But when the dawn sheds light

through our blind eyes

we can see everything

all too clearly

and then you turn to me and ask

'Why so serious?'

and I know I've been doomed

all over again

How many more lives

will be lost

before I break my One Rule

for my Crooked Lover?