Freshly painted seasons of endless woes
Vanishing faiths and worn out beliefs
Yanking them together
Burying them beneath

Venomous insides of a youthful mind
Hateful demons dwell, unjustified
Release them back into the wild
Knowing they would be back soon enough

Catching another breath
Picking up once more
From yet another reckless fall
Only to prepare for the next war that comes along

But by then it would be different...

*For the fallen had been wounded
They will only know
To lick the next blood and move on
stronger
than before