"So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit." -Joker from Batman: The Killing Joke by Alan Moore (1988)
The sky is the prison,
and we are slaves, lurking in the mourn,
grey clouds overshadowing the Sun.
We can't shatter the sky, so we turn
pointers, fishes eats fishes.
The strong kills, the weak suffers,
kill or be killed!
The survivors,
all battered and bruised,
no hope in their irises-
the most lethal alive,
knowing the path to survive.
They escape through abyssal madness,
senses lost and chests' numbness.
Man so loveless;
so fearless, abandoning all complains.
Only his sadistic laughter remains.
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A/N: This is NOT a sonnet. I just converted a short prose I wrote to a poem. The quote above is an epiphany. In the first 2 stanza, I rhymed the 1st & 3rd line, and 2nd with the 4th. In the 3rd stanza, I used rhyming couplet to show that the persona's mind is already in union. The last 5th line from the first 3 stanzas rhyme together. The last 2 lines are rhyming couplets as well to show coherency. This is just some freestyle thing of mine I'm experimenting.
Here's the prose I wrote that made me craft the poem:
"When you're having unpleasant thoughts and your past screams at you unbearably, remember that madness is always the emergency exit." The sky is a prison & we're the slaves, lurking in the darkness, unable to see the light as the grey clouds overshadows the Sun. Unable to breakthrough the sky, we turn against each other- dog eats dog. The strong kills and the weak suffers, kill or be killed! And then there's those survivors, all battered and bruised, no hope in their irises. They are the most dangerous- they know how to survive. The only way to escape the skies is through the abyssal madness, to numb one's heart and lose his mind. A man with nothing to love, nothing to fear. Abandoning the unrefined holographic humanity, only the psychotic enjoyment remains.
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Handwritten Letters from A Marionette
PoetryA collection of one-shot poems. Some unprofessional ones were written as a child, others just a few years back. Take note that the events, persona is not based on my personal life, sometimes just inspired by fictional characters or social issues.
