Dead Jokerz

Dark skies shroud eyes of a joker as the storm,
Begins.
As I bat mine,
There are no signals to alert my mind,
That someone will come by protecting me with,
A shield I can only hold for myself on this battlefield I was placed in…

Concrete rife with debris from each bomb detonated by He who bleeds,
Destruction for a laugh at crying souls whom see,
Right through His sardonic decrees I refuse to follow through.
Lurking at me from every corner,
I choose silence to strike a self righteous con into oblivion as Death looms…

After all,
I am the one they label a Vigilante,
For putting His evils to a rest.
Not Batman,
But,
A human trying to repent for sins I’ve committed in the flesh!
Who knew.
How His actions would come back around full circle when squared up by the mess,
Made by a monster who could not gain courage to address,
The heavy trail of carnage left.
Behind,
For me to clean and hide.
Until I had gotten sick of watching a demon get away with his lies…