• The wear and tear of daily life

    Forces words to shape a knife.

    Friendships questioned with a flame,

    Reveals the true one who is lame.

    A final shot when one is downed

    Is like the last breath from the drowned.

    Flashing mem’ries shoot the eyes

    Show no truth, only lies.

    The final string, on this mask,

    Is torn and downed with the flask.