We are the humourless children of Darth Vader,

stuck in a pattern

of self loathing and flowing envy,

the darkness seeping out

from the sore

we keep hidden, under layers

of guilt and delusion and the odd

pair of cartoon socks, one size

fits all and opinions we hope are the same;

we are the grave and grim,

the forbidding and the forbidden,

we are the humourless offspring

of Darth Vader.

 

We are the children of a deaf Batman

and the surprising talent of The Joker,