January
where did you go?
that day soundly sleeping,
...only to be found hours later, not breathing.
where did you go?
was your head okay?
was your heart heavy?
were you thinking straight?
a demon inside of you named Joker...
did he get the best of you?
did he laugh at you?
did you weep?
where did you go?
did you try to move?
did you try to scream?
did the demon get into your soul?
...did the pills fill the hole?
but now...now there is no more sleeping,
no more weeping, no more demon.
the screaming eases off into silence
as the ghost is given up the light bathes over the body
and you recieve the Gold Chariot straight from God himself.
January rain devours Manhattan and all voices blur together
in suffocating questions of "why?"
but answers never come.
the days continue on.
Heath Andrew Ledger
April 4, 1979 - January 22, 2008