Community inside a community
Lives intertwine...

Walking through the forest
Gun in hand...

Cadavarous faces
Sunken eyes...

Mounted on a wall,
For everyone to see...

Fantasy worlds with magic tales
Pretending we were someone else...

Pain filled eyes look out at him
Watching his every move...

Shelves upon shelves of stories
Opened and closed by time...

How many times must the young children cry
How many times must the weak fall and die...

Dark passageways surround me
All quiet and still...

Shimmering pale grey barrel,
Laying softly in my hand...

The blood
Is sliding...

Winds break through my conscious mind
Brown hair flying out behind me...