What do I believe in?
A fool answers.
I believe in hideous laughter.
Laughter that's not natural.
I believe in chaos
and all the fun that comes with it...
I believe in destruction.
I believe in the fear in your eyes
and I believe in the knife in my hand
and I believe in the blood.
All of the blood.
I don't have a purpose.
I don't have your precious rhyme, and I don't have your reason.
I just DO it.
I'm a better man for it, I must say.
I believe in fun
and laughter
and smiles.
Especially mine.
It was hard to get, though.
....you want one?
A/N I don't know...not poetry, just kind of an inner/outer monologue type of thing. Utter crap, I must admit.