Jul 2015
I am the battlefield
And my body, the resilient terrain.
Bombs of humiliation blow apart my ruptured brain
Guns of mockery wound my bleeding heart
And tears of surrender pool down my cheeks
I am the battlefield
And my body, the conquered terrain.
And my body, the resilient terrain.
Bombs of humiliation blow apart my ruptured brain
Guns of mockery wound my bleeding heart
And tears of surrender pool down my cheeks
I am the battlefield
And my body, the conquered terrain.
Isn't this how it always feels after a lost fight or two?
(Among the stars)
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