I can see what others can't see in you.
I want you to come back home.
Now all I gotta say is yes. I'm not afraid, but it's too late.
Saw my life flash before my eyes and I did nothing. No I did nothing. Hoping I could wake from this nightmare and see you infront of me like these years never came.
Wish I could've done something to keep you near.
Wish I could've given you all of me to keep you here.
So many times we had our chance. Filled with hope that others destroyed. These days are spent grey and empty due to your silly revenge, but I know it's my fault. We can't go on.
Kill me, I cried and love said no.
And at that moment I knew I was out of hope…
Love’s lies cruel
Introduced me to you.
Love’s violent tune
From me to you
Rips your heart out and leaves you
Bleeding with a smile on your face.
The kiss sweetest
And touch so warm.
The smile kindest
In this world so cold and strong.
The arms safest
And words, so good.
The faith deepest
In this world so cold and cruel.
I love your skin oh so white.
I love your touch cold as ice.
And I love every single tear you cry.
I just love the way you're losing your life.
I adore the despair in your eyes.
I worship your lips once red as wine.
I crave for your scent sending shivers down my spine.
I just love the way you're running out of life.
We are so young.
Our lives have just begun,
But already we're considering
Escape from this world.
Your tomb is where your heart is,
I should have told her,
But within me hid a secret so terrible.
Your home is where the dark is,
I should have told her
Embrace the fire indestructible.
From lashes to ashes
And from lust to dust
In your sweetest torment
I am lost
And no heaven can help us.
And we sense the danger
But don't wanna give up
'Cause there's no smile of an angel
Without the wrath of god.
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty,
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom.
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy,
When love is a gun
Separating me from you.
This world is a cruel place,
Took me from you.
Through all the emptiness that had become my home.
This life ain’t worth living.
To cry is to know that you're alive…
To die is to know that you're alive.
It's heartache every moment
With you.
In joy and sorrow my home's in your arms.
In worlds so hollow
It is breaking my heart.
We're breathing only to fade away.
We're running just to get caught.
If I should die before I wake,
Pray no one my soul to take.
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile.
I never wanted to fool you, no,
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like I've been buried alive by love.
I know it hurts too much.
I know that you're scared.
I know you're running out of trust
Wishing you were dead.
I know it and I feel it
Just as well as you do, honey.
It's not our fault if death's in love with us.
It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts.
So close to the flame
Burning brightly.
It won't fade away
And leave us lonely.
In your misery
You're not alone,
So come share your tears with me
And witness it all go wrong.
Won’t you die tonight for love?
Baby, join me in death.
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl
In this poison world.
You always seem to hide from me,
With no explanation of why.
You just come and go as you please
So I just lay in bed thinking of him.
I think of him lying next to me
Holding me tight,
Whispering sweet things in hushed tones,
And kissing my cheek really light.
Every time I look in his eyes
Or am in his tight embrace,
A sense of security and safety washes over me
Like not even a fly could harm me.
I think about all the memories we’ve shared,
Both the good and the bad.
Some cause laughter and lots of joy
While others cause pain and tears of sadness.
No matter what the emotion
I still cherish them all
Because without even one of them
Things might not be as they are now.
Dear Mistah J,
I hope it’s okay for me to call you that,
Considering that is who you are most known for portraying.
And with me being such a huge Joker and Harley fanatic,
I figured it would be fitting.
Although, you’re also known for being Darth Vader’s son,
And even the evil Hobgoblin from Spider-Man.
Sometimes you play the hero,
But the villain is more your cup of tea.
However, I mostly love you
Because of your Joker impersonation.
Well, it’s really not much of an impersonation anymore.
It just comes so naturally for you,
And everyone pretty much refers to you as the Joker.
I just love hearing my puddin’s voice.
It’s like a dream come true,
My favorite person being brought to life.
Of course, if I were to ever meet you,
I’d probably be acting just like Harley does—
Always all over Mistah J,
Striving for his affection and attention,
Just so completely in love and total happiness.
I hope someday we could have the pleasure of meeting.
It would be oh-so-much fun
With lots of insane antics and laughter.
Oh, and if we ever do,
“Please, call me Harley. Everyone does.”
In the perspective of the Joker. It's supposed to be like a sequel to the Harley one, to know his feelings in return. I wrote them for my poetry class.
It has been over seven years
Since I manipulated my dear Harley
Into becoming a better person,
Like me.
It was really too easy.
I told her I had an abusive father.
That and the one about the mother who abandoned me
Are always good ones that get me a lot of sympathy.
I knew the father one would work better
Because her mother treated her in a similar way.
Then again her father did abandon them…
So I guess it really wouldn’t have mattered which I used…but, oh well!
However, ever since then
I haven’t been able to get rid of her.
She’s practically attached to me
At the hip, like we’re a couple or something.
Well I guess I have myself to blame,
Just a little.
I do put on a very convincing façade
To make sure she doesn’t try to switch sides on me.
But generally,
I’m always trying to get rid of her somehow.
Whether it’s pushing her out of a tall story building
Or trying to bomb and leave the city without her notice.
She just always gets in the way.
Whether she’s handing me the wrong gun
Or even bothering me while I’m working
On a new plan of how to get rid of Batsy.
But at the same time,
She kinda helps keep things together.
Sometimes I think I’d be lost without her,
But don’t tell her I said that.
Don’t get me wrong,
I do somewhat “care” for the poor kid
In some ways.
She kind of grows on ya after being around for so long.
I wouldn’t say I love her though.
The only person I love is myself of course.
We may act as a couple,
But we most certainly aren’t one.
Even though there was that time
When we “adopted” little Robin as our son…
So I guess in a way we are,
But I’ll never admit that to anyone, including Harley.
My main concern,
Other than myself,
Is Batman.
My own little secret obsession.
He’s like a special hobby of mine.
Although I’m always trying to kill him as well,
What would be even better is if
I could twist that brain of his like mine.
I would love to see him just suddenly snap one day,
Just completely lose his mind.
He’s already close enough as is,
Why with losing his parents and me killing Jason.
I am very positive that one of these days,
Whether it’s sooner or later,
His mind will finally snap,
Too warped and broken to withstand any more burdens…
Oh, silly me,
I’m rambling again.
I tend to do that quite often.
I just get to talking and I can’t help myself.
Now where was I?
Oh yes, Harley.
I guess to finish up my thoughts on the matter,
She’s an alright kid.
A bit of a pain at times,
But really sweet and caring,
Even helpful sometimes.
What’s a crazy clown to do?
I don't get why it hurts so much to see him with her... They look so happy together... And I am his best friend I should be supporting him in this, but every time he says her name or accidentally calls me by her name it breaks my heart a little bit more. I completely understand that he loves her. She loves him too. I just can't understand why I force myself to look at pictures of them. Maybe it is to force myself into reality. She is a hell of a lot prettier than I could ever be. I still love him though. I still want him to notice me. To talk to me. When I hug him I don't want to let him go because I know it will feel like I am losing him all over again. I want to move on but I have nobody to move on with. He wants me to hang out with her and I will try but he won't understand how much it will hurt me. He doesn't understand anything now. He sees her and I am starting to feel like this may be the end.
When you start to think about everything that has gone wrong in your life, or at least what you tuning has gone wrong. You automatically learn that you don't believe anything is fair... you used to think the demons lied and were guilty... that the angels cried for the innocent. Then you finally realize neither is good nor evil. It really hurts to look at all you've succeeded at throughout life then come to the conclusion. They have been lying to me the whole time. What if you could go back and make everything right with everyone, but yourself. Or you could make everything you've been through right. But you would have to kill somebody you deeply loved to do it. Would you be selfish... yes because that is what society tells us to do.
