Sometimes we wonder   what lies beneath,   but all we care for   is the surface grease.   And it's so ugly,   but everyone cares.   Highest hopes,   broken downstairs.   Holes now cover   once closed wounds,   ignoring the truth.   So bark at the moon.   No one in life is handed   a silver spoon.   And we're so far in.   Lost in a game   of Russian Roulette.