These words all climb up,
sit on the tip of my tongue...
and then I swallow.

Sometimes in doing battle,
Conventional weapons are useless.

What good are guns,
What good are knives,
What good are bats,
If the enemy doesn't bleed?

Sometimes in battle,
All you can do is run,
And hope that whatever it is,
That thing chasing you,
Won't be able to catch up.

But if you're unable to run,
And fighting is futile,
What else can you do?

You didn't care before,
You don't get to care now.