some corners are too dark for hiding
a few folks i know have disappeared
it started as a tearful game
but ended as a maze of fear

the madness of the tortured mind
is that walls are built by days of lazy
unwillingness to find strength for the morning
turns into an ego stream of crazy

each brain cell learns the virtue of greed
hardening into a statuesque death
and a life that used to carry great promise
turns into a struggle for the next breath