This war professes the whispers of infatuation
A hopeful faith yearning for satisfaction
Deteriorating steps that began to  carve my way

The spirit knew he had to stay away
With visions of burning fields
As  you return from your flight
I'm condemned for the harsh tight wounds
That you created and sewed in my chest
A dress made of scars and a  lost youth

You may stay and gather
To try and survive
Although this place will beat your bare
All hours I  still wanted to come inside
You were awake hiding in a piece of a shadow
Sheltering your rage
Destroying the hunger of lies
The mystery of numb thinking

The very words that escape your throat
Lust that reflected the water onto the stones
A displaced reflection without the truth
Vomiting my beliefs of this solitary exhaustion
Petals of torment that hindered me
Trembling with a million pieces of need

Obstructed by the hostility that fulfills me
A vision of intolerance frantically spreading
The taste of callouses gathering on my tongue
I unearth the truth
Peeling the flaws of our mistakes away