At night I feel free
The blissful roar of traffic
The slowly coagulating blood on my fingers
The faint stirs of life under my knees
The whispered pleading
Victims come and go, but you look like you could use a laugh.
Would you like to laugh with me?
How about a joke?
Get ready to smile.
They say don’t go towards the light.
In your case an exception must be made.
Why are you not laughing?