Wars are fought for every second.
Lip to lip
Tension and discretion.
Love left bleeding by Desperation.
Watching the reds run till He owns nothing at all.

Battles inside for slightest control,
Eye to eye,
Reflection and dejection.
Happiness marred by Admiration,
Driven to **** what once He craved

Sexuality vibrant and clear in target,
Hip to Hip,
Incandescent and Evervescent.
Innocent slaughtered by Virility.
Forsaken by drink and every instinct.

Concepts that are ancient in our art,
Warp waither and die.
Murdered by those it creates.
So much of what we once held high,
In our values we let crumble and die.