frailty falls upon terror snowflakes banished from the sky casualties from a hard forgotten war still burns my retinas their softness whispers as they melt and find death upon my hardened skin to soon unwritten, but their love remains of no consequence i fill my lungs with the fire that gave them life failing to recall the hope their tragedy no longer breathes and lower my utterly spent weapon weeping on torn, bleeding knees realizing there's nobody left to listen as i scream.
There will come a war that will be our last. Question is, will we be around when it's over.