A jokers mask is all the see me as.

But behind this facade of angst and life , i hide something even more sinister.

This a weapon of war.

That i alone must fight.

There attitude so carefree will never show there true emotions.

I feel as though i am one force that could destroy a hundred men.

Even when i kill i never ever feel remorse.

I can't escape it the nightmares in my dreams.

My childhood spent learning to survive and to kill i was forced so young to grow into something so old and evil.

I wouldn't ever learn the what the word of innocences meant.

It was all a big bloody battle within my self and the outer realms of this world.

My existents is no more then a crumpled cold lifeless body.

Which with my childlike hands i have strangeld , just like a toy they are.

A toy with which i will constantly destroy.