Joker

There’s always a story behind the ashes,
A sole tale geared up to be born again.
It just needs a killer and a string of flashes,
Utterly minds and a recall which remains.

A man steadying tightly against the wind.
His crazy brain is a grubby black hole
Which shallows everything around him,
Before kill you all, and your fickle hopes.

And agent of chaos, a free hound dog
Without our ethnical and futile applies.
Ready to run, to seek, to destroy you.

He’s going to show you through the fog;
He will annihilate your brainless alibis.
Ready to hunt, to track, to rape you.


“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you… stranger.”

Cayetano Gea Martín