Twisted Grin

Well hello to you, hello there,
You might think I'm a bad guy;
Just because I kill a few people,
But you don't see this Jokers' heart.

Okay, that guy who dresses as a rodent!
Everyone seems to take his side.
Come on! A man dressed as a flying rat?
Do you think that man is still sane?

I'm not the crazy one, oh no!, believe me.
Don't let this pasty white skin and ruby lips fool you.
I'm the innocent guy here, I never wanted to look like this.
That Bat freak!, he created me, It's all his fault!

Thank you for agreeing to my interview, my side of things.
I only want to make people laugh, let's shake hands to that.
Oh deary me, I'm wearing that killer of a joy buzzer,
I bet you just die with laughter, it is a hell of a shock.

Oh well boys, you better clear up the mess, alas! poor reporter.
I didn't get to know him well, time to think of a few jokes.
I wonder what fun and games I can cause in Gotham City tonight.
As long as that damned Bat Man doesn't stop me! ha ha ha ha ha.

 

copyright Chris Smith 2010

The Other Side

I can feel him laughing in my head

Trying to make his madness seep out

I feel his torment and I shiver

Glad I will be safe in the light of day

He is the curse I must carry inside



But come the darkness of night

And that vile creature of a man will be free again

To take what he wants from any woman he finds

The evil as he twists and he snaps their necks

And that evil laughter ringing out in the night



I have tried to rid myself of his wickedness

But, alas, I fear I am a weak man

Trembling at the mere mention of the name of Hyde

And I am condemned to be the frail form of Jekyll

If I was only brave enough to kill myself with my gun



But as the shadows begin for the night

I feel him crawling to be released

To stalk out the unsuspecting for his kill

My will is too fragile for his is too strong

I can never escape this monster that dwells deep inside

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009 (Sequel to "The Dark Side")

The Dark Side

He is there in the light of day

He is keeping me hidden out of sight

But I am never far away

For I will come out at night



Do not dare to judge me wrong

Do not think to lock me in a cage

I can not help if the anger is strong

I am not in control of my rage



You see him and believe he is meek

He is nothing when compared next to me

He is a puny man who is weak

Without releasing the beast, he is empty



So in darkness I control him inside

I release the power of my dark mind

He will always be Jekyll and I am Hyde

At the midnight hour he is my prisoner to bind



Am I evil for being what I must be

Letting my animal lust take me now

If only you could look through my eyes and see

The fury of this night I must prowl



At day break the weakness always returns

He must suffer the events that come after

He feels my growing rage that always burns

Hidden away in the madness of my laughter

 

copyright Chris Smith 2008

Spark Of Insanity

He knows not what he does

Does not know his actions

He is in reality, just a man

Uncertain of the state of his mind

Of what we see as the truth

For how can he then be to blame



Sometimes we never see the way

Blinded by the light of reason

Stray off the path of possibility

And we stumble into the unknown

Lost and can not find the way back

Hidden in the dark recess of our mind



That is the beginning of the spark of insanity

Igniting the flames of empty madness

Leaving behind everything left to respect

Dragged down to the pit of crazed thoughts

Where nothing is left to make any more sense

Where reality becomes a wreck into time

 

copyright Chris Smith 2009

Killing Grin

He comes looking for you

With a knife he will slice

Evil grin, through and through

With your life he will dice



Beauty queen he comes looking for

Sex is not what he will want to try

You know that he will be looking for more

Because he just wants to watch her die



When he has you, he looks in your eyes

Knife to your throat, who can hear you shout?

His grin is there and he laughs at your cries

That light in your eyes, he loves it to go out



Only with death can he manage and cope

He loves the blood and it is his thrill

Knowing you can't escape, there is no hope

As he always will close in for the kill



Wonder what caused him to be what he is now

Why he has to kill just to be able to feel

What goes through his mind, to be able to kill now

Why does another life does he need to steal



So when you are looking out your window tonight

He is hiding in the shadows watching you

Waiting for that time you turn out your bedroom light

Silently grinning and knowing what he will do



copyright Chris Smith 2009

Kicking And Screaming

They called him crazy, they called him mad
He got his axe and then he got very bad
The voices were always deep in his head
Telling him to chop, make them dead

Ten dead, newspapers called him a serial killer
They made a TV movie, quite a thriller
On chat shows about him they talked
So after them all he went and stalked

And they caught him that fatal day
Just as he was throwing the actors head away
Thought filling him with drugs he would be dreaming
They still had to take him away kicking and screaming

 

copyright Chris Smith 2007

A Madman Staring At The Moon

I stared into the face of madness
I saw my reflection staring back
I stood on the brink of insanity
Only to find myself falling in

So here, am I, hiding away
In my own, secret, padded cell
No one comes here to visit
Because I am locked away inside my head

I am swimming in the sea of lunacy
Now ready for the crazed date of destiny
Wearing my finest straight jacket
I hear laughing, then realise it is me

I thought I was alone in this world
The problems never seem to fade away
So here am I looking up at the night
All the mad men staring at the moon

Chris Smith 2010