Raising his masked face skyward,
Grasping the edges,
Nails deep,
He begins to pry

Opening his eyes the demons in full view mocking his folly,
Shimmering in the tear covered concrete staring back at him,
His own masked facade

As the razor touches his throat,
His mind screams,
His heart aches,
His soul pleads,
To release a unified cry for happiness before they die