Vicious Cycle.

[irockmysock]

The sky is blue
The grass is green
I stare at the pool
Reflecting someone.

She has fine features
Dark eyes, red lips
Looking ever so curious
But without a spark.

The blank mask cracks
And screeches in scorn
Makes a mockery
Out of everything it sees.

The wind ruffles by
All peace is restored
The cycle starts again
My vicious cycle.