Inner peace by way of death

When I close my eyes I see the joker
I think it's me. 
Grinning sharp teeth
piercing the lower lip, shedding blood
the taste of rust.







I think it's me.






In my screams I hear "I'm a prisoner, help me escape." 
I own the key
I've swallowed the key.






I open the door to the wind
that moves along the pavement.
rain soaked shoes
flattened grass




I find myself in a dark field
and at last i'm no longer lost inside of myself.
My throat is burning from letting out the pain






























and I see myself for who i've become

and who i've never wanted to be.