Barrage, a wired mirage
Draped across your visage,
An accusing look haunts
An eroding heart.

Return, fail to learn
An expected curse:
Another one hurt
Another deserted.

Bunker in, boys, hide in
The trenches of wretches.
File in, girls, euphoric
Isolation, historic eternity.

What? What is wrong with us?
How? How did we gain trust?
Why must they see us?
When will they leave us?
Where did I hurt them?
?