English 8 - Monologue - 13 Years
NOTE:
This was originally written for my english class (as you can see above :)) It wasn't based specifically on the Joker- it was just the thoughts of an asylum inmate. Truly, I think the Joker is so much more twisted than this, but I really wanted to publish something so please review and rate! PM me id you'd like me to upload more :)
His Psychotic Butterfly
With a breath I take leave of this shattered world, my heart beats faster as it always does when the day leaves me alone in the dark. I have tried to tell them of the nightmares that haunt me, of the fearsome beings who choose to walk beside me, of those who dwell in shadows. I ask you, what is a Psychopath? Am I a Psychopath? This straight jacket, it itches, these chains.. they dig into my flesh and draw blood as red as roses. The doctor is at my door now- I watch as he comes closer, he treats me like a foul demon about to attack. I start laughing- hard, so violently that I spit a line of crimson vomit across his face. I throw back my head and scream, I hurl myself against those unbearably white walls, white walls that are now stained with red. I have known pain, but this pain is so excruciating... I thrash and twitch until my head hits cold stone. This hellish dance of death I've been dancing, why can't I end it all?
Black and white, the joke and the punchline... life and death, the knife and the victim. - I close my eyes- and I know, I am home.