they try to divide us.
humiliate us-
they aim at our hearts
with fear, with force.
–
they need us to fire back
to justify their rifles
but our hands
stay open.
Tag: War
draft day
if you could see
all the unsent messages;
you’d think bombs were going off
just need to see you
tonight
on our last;
for just a second
free
title match
i remember when
the wants for loud and graphic
playing in bands
gametime in an arena
the thrill of the chase
of the next big thing
now
i just want the world to slow down
not to spin so hard
for a little quiet
comfort nightmare
take a minute and relax
was it that serious
she spilled a drink on you;
flares burst like the fourth of July
she’ll never forget this night,
four seasons passed
n as she woke from her bed at the four seasons
from her comfort nightmare
Saint's Muse 