Joke

Beaten staggard by bloodied dagger eyes,
holding a breif ceremony for the poigent criticism,
Who or what can appease these demons stapled lies.
Laughed and scorned to a rigid pillar of ice,
cannot maintain the whispy audience of ghouls,
prowling for a rotted bite of my heart scattered sufficed.
Taking an overrated bow I present my hateful truth,
These alluring monsters may take as they choose,
I will remain rooted to this sanctuary never loose.
When my words no longer ring a hearty gasping poke,
You will see glorious jubilee in my scarred smile,
felling your once proud laughter reflecting my joke.