The Joker
For how many times I went back to you, I died a dozen more. The dreams that slithered in my subconscious left with a foul essence. Still seeing your gaze in stranger's windows, its clear to see you needed help. I was not the one, I shattered far to easily. Blind in my own shadows, I never really heard the faint cry for help, we uttered both the same. Seething eyes and cursed lips, a broken heart and dismantled threshold. I know you follow close behind, a true spirit, indeed. Feeling like a true jokester, will you attend the pathetic show that will be my past?
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