My soul is in a catatonic state;
my subjects gave it a lobotomy.
They pierced my eyes with ice,
which turned into erasing fire.
My feelings and dreams are forever gone.
They destroyed me,
infecting my spirit with unrequited loneliness,
filling it with false hope of recovery from my sweet madness…
The beautiful colours are all what I can see
since we last met…
She distracted me.
I was inside her, enjoying my last orgasm,
my last laugh when I lost it all,
making that moment the joke's punch line.
Those mutilated former warriors avenged their Kings and
and their honour was finally was restored with my capture
and that meant the downfall from my throne.
I think I am alone,
but I can’t be sure…
those lights in front my eyes confuse me in my prison.
My jester suit is her trophy…
Maybe she was not human at all…
Maybe she was the Killing Joke…
el cual se convirtió en fuego erradicador.