A joker’s grin,
Covers my face,
Innocent blood,
Covers my hands,
Runs through my fingers,
The metallic smell,
The warmth,
The stickiness of the blood,
It all fed the crazed feeling inside me.
The sirens wailed,
The town knew I was here,
Jumping to my feet,
I took off at a dead run.
The joker’s grin disappeared,
The crazed feeling dissolved,
As I ran,
Being replaced with,
The desire to feel it all again.
