War paint streaks
Malicious smiles...

The mind
Is a corrupt thing...

Just one more cut
One more slice...

6 feet under
Your hand reaches down...

Your life
Is a story...

The bell rings
Stampedes of students...

Nights spent
Staring...

They hide
Behind masks...

The moon rises:
A single teardrop...

A wine glass
Tipped over...

I don't know that girl
Staring back at me...

Strands of hair
Aged a gray-brown hue...