Mortality's Dance

--Mortality's Dance-- I murmured that cyanide could joust the Jester’s incessant need for the prolonging. His tortured soul could bite the bullet and find inner peace from the marauder’s sanctum. Describing a comfort to the unseen sorrows and madness. Accepting them for characteristics of an insane to be. Admittedly, the Jester had already been claimed by the ground beneath his very shoes alike the many before him. Although, he sought for it. Called for silence in the eyes of a mad man. The ground seemed familiar with the clown assort in the shadows. Before long, the shadows became so loud with silence...And the grace, of something that may or may not be there.