empty,
just vacated – swinging door still slamming backwards and forwards another cascaded, lonely, soul wrenching, blank dead end!
abandoned,
the trail leads like a waterfall to the inevitable, frustratingly hopeless, unsatisfactory conclusion…
the joker escapes.
Like a feeling you can’t describe, a presence you can’t pin down – his ghastly pale face and pointed red snarling smile will haunt your waking mind …
the joker escapes!
sermonsfromthewasteland 