Normalcy: The Hate Yourself Haiku
I hide ‘neath a mask
Keeping the psycho disguised
Drive to be normal
Just Beneath: The Hidden Truth Haiku
Self inflicted drive
To keep the psycho shackled
War within myself
The woman walked across the ruins, her visage as ragged and rough from the years as those fallen walls. Everyday she ventured across the remains of walls and structures, rarely giving them much attention. Every step she took trampled the last fragments of forgotten lives into dust. But this mattered little in her quest to stay alive.
Moral: In the process of living, even the marvelous can become mundane.