The Wolf Within the Women

Comics and History a Evil Combo

There is a name known through out history. So volatile it scares Jews and others a like; Hitler.

There is a smile well known in comics. That clears the streets with terror; Joker.

History and comics are entertwined. Hitler is reflected in your eyes and torture tactics are embedded in every square inch of your mind. The jokers cynical smile is painted across your face and his psychotic heart and soul is in your very core. They have engulfed you litterly, utterly and completely

There's dark number singed on my skin and soul  placed by you to be a constant reminder of all my fears, all my insecurities and every single mistake I have ever made. Along with pointing out the fact that I do in deed have an extra bone in my body, as if I was unaware of it as if that's al I am. You always seem to point out these things every chance you get as if it's my morning cup of joe.

You have locked me away isolating me from the world to do whatever it is that you wished as you rip out every single one of my vocal cords so I couldn't muster to say anything, in order to mold me into what you wanted as if I was clay.

You kept me in a cargo cart, in the depths of your lair  with a deep dark hole at the bottom, its my past you brought to life. It claws at me, I squirm around desperately trying to escape its darkness. But it surrounds me that cover the exit signs as if there was one.  

You look at the mythological creature that is my heart that I foolishly gave to you. You spit words that seem to be midevil torture devices that are engraved with the contex of it's legends to see ware it would have the most impact, the most pain. Each time there hurtled at me, they burn through my skin like paper. Slowly demolish my heart a little more each and every time leaving craters behind filled with pools of blood. Until I can't feel it any more, until it just feels like the wind

You jabbed every single pressured point as if it was a bullseye on a target that seems to cloak my body. You do this in order to stop me in my tracks so that I couldn't escape your grasp. You seem to do just for giggles.

Your most likely showered with glee to smash the sides of my brain that could possibly kill me and my mind, you do this as if it was a song that's stuck on repeat.

You say over and over that you know how to place a smack upon my face without a single trace. as if it was a knife that you you were weelding that you didn't hold to my throat but something way more painful...my heart.

Amongst yes any other madness your dollabolical mind  could brew to throw at me and my heart as if it was even possible. It seems that you simply wanted to use and abuse me

The concept of respect and no aloodes you as you push me and my boundries to the brink, but the concept of dollar signs surely doesn't You know exactly what your doing. you grin that cynical smile with such a egotisitic victory. You didn't need an army or a purple coat. all you needed was a single hand to do this.

As I pass you in the halls I cringe at the thought that I ever loved and trusted you. I'm such an idiot and so naive

I really had a belief behind those soul sucking black eyes there was a person maybe a friend, what a joke

I scream out in hopes someone in the streets has heard my name, no one has. You made sure of that.

My eyes fill with sadness, confusion and frustration.

Tear gas spews out from your hand as you choke me with the beliefs that you have force upon me

The gas finds its way into my lungs, my essence suffocates and drains out into the cities sewage system

This gas has killed so many It didn't kill me nor will it 

I hope other town folk see what hadn't, not a man that you can't even play one on tv but the star role of the viscous little boy that can't be fixed nor understood

You think, that your infamy gets you all the respect? you have all the answers? and that you own the city?

Hahaha...no. You have absoulutely no respect, not from any one. you surely don't have all the answers. And the strings that you had wrapped around me like your very own puppet have been cut!

That victorius smile of yours was only sustained for an era of time, you caged me for only a moment of time in my own life

I escaped. I run into this guy on the streets of the city, he has a meeting and well... I have curls.

Yes I have curls! curls of a fierce fiery spirit that's free. Victory of my own intellect. And integrity of myself and my heart.