The world was shiny once upon a perfect time.
Like a marble it became tattered and forlorn.
As it rolled around all the fields of war.
It's perfect opacity stained, with streaks of blood from fallen friends.
As brothers and lovers decrying each other underneath the dark nights  bed covers.
They kiss on the lips, as their souls became ripped entrenched on the tip of the ice berg that lured.
In a harsh last adieu they fumbled and grumbled as malevolent teenagers.
This war came along and crafted perfect strangers.
(c)Livvi