cold rain and nails

the joker said to the thief

i've had about enough of this 

shitty grief

go ahead, rob me 

kill me, just drill me 

to the ground 

let the cold hard rain
pound

against my flesh 

lest, i resolve  

to remain silent

till i dissolve

till there's nothing left

thief, it will be better than theft 

it'll be atonement 

for you'll be transforming
this un-funny clown;
this heart
without fire

into a pedestrian martyr-