People.

i.
There was once a mad man who sat on trains and wailed about his dead love.
No one laughed
but no one listened either.

ii.  
See that freak right down the corridor, smiling and crying at the same time?
His eyes are voids and his hair the colour of his pain.
That's a man without skin.

iii.  
Headlines: Drunk school girl murders seven classmates.
Could've been anyone.

iv.  
Broken soldiers march on.
What they care about the most lies in the pocket closest to their hearts.
It is also riddled with bullets and dust.

v.  
Blinded lovers might be considered lucky.