Anger Management, or Something of the Sort.

This is where I draw the line.

Blackened eyes
Strings of blood in my mouth lace the spaces
Like a rotten spider web
Glass grains where four knuckles should be
I've got bones in my teeth
I've got blisters in my cheeks

This is where I say goodbye.

To dreams, to composure, to sanity
I bid you farewell, I tip my top hat
But the devil on my shoulder tells you
"Never come back"
This fire, this wraith, this red that I see
I'll wait in dark places, set my rebel-cage free

This is where I found my Joker smile.

Jaws rip the bonds of restraints
Insanity snaps and spreads like wildfire
Say you're sorry and you still won't win
Say you're sorry and I still won't give in
I'll purple your eyes and break all that's thin
Then I'll take the strong and wear it's grin