Old School Across the Lane

Ominous edifice that glares back as I study
You, with your broken windows that are reminiscent of an old man's half rotten smile.
The ivy that scales your walls clings to your loneliness
As if trying to wring out of you some furtive dissertation.

Once home to priveleged youthful louts
Your face now droops with emptiness that cannot be regained.
Feral cats wander like kings and queens through your echoing corridors
While bats promenade at dusk alongside orbs and lightstreaks.

Delapidated stage, warped piano awaiting curtain call
The bravado of your masterpiece a bit discordant now
Hidden in your basement the mortal secret of a young man's demise
Perhaps the two of you will befriend each other.