Bloody Crown, Crowbar Down

"Screaming 'til I lose my voice but no one is around."

Hey! Guess what! I'm not dead! Shut up, iExperiment, nobody cares... Sorry about the unplanned, million-year long hiatus I went on. I'm back now...

Yeah, so anyways I was sitting in English class and we were talking about sonnets. Our teacher gave us the rhyme scheme for 2 types of sonnets, and since I haven't written anything in literally forever, I decided to try and write a poem. This little diddy took me all of English and part of Art class...It's been slightly revised since then because line 11 was really awkward-sounding in the first draft, but otherwise I'm really happy with this. It's kind of un-Jason-sounding because it's poetry, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

Hurt and bloody face pressed to the cold, hard floor...

He stands over me with the crowbar in the air.

It comes down again and again and I think,"I can't take this anymore."

But no one's around to stop it, and no one's around to care.

Even after all that I've been through, I never knew I could feel this much hurt.

This madman has shown me that, despite his use of methods so crude.

Death he's shown me, too; through the bruises hidden underneath my shirt.

The mighty Batman is about to lose another of his little brood.

That's the solemn and gospel truth; I now because the light in my eyes is fading fast.

I want to rise up and fight him off, but once again the bar comes crashing down.

I see now how lucky I have been so far, but now my time is up at last.

I'm lying here gasping, and around my head the blood is forming a crown.

I know I'm nobody's angel, but this just isn't fair.

I scream and I cry but nobody can hear me and nobody's there.

Have a bonus 2 lines as a reward for reading all that. I couldn't decide between the 2 endings so here's the alternate ending, for your enjoyment. Yippee skippee doo. Yay. Reviews and critiques are welcome and appreciated. So is commiseration on Jason's fate and abuse and the ending of Under the Red Hood. 'Kay, bye~! 3

I know I'm no good, I know I'm nobody's angel; but this just isn't fair.

I'm really somebody's little devil and this is my own hellish nightmare.