I want to talk of war
Of the horror
Of every stain in the mirror
Stains of ichor, blood and tar
I want to talk of pain
Of the manner
Its infusion makes me cower
This time, next time, and then again
I want to talk of fear
Of ice and gale
Of hope and rapture - how they fail
As I do so, see how I sneer
As your eyes widen
As your ears shut
As you mouth opens
To retort:
All the beauty in the world
Is all around to be taken
Life too short!
Wake up, and then
witness marvels of all sorts!
I do not want
to speak of your marvels
you are the one who buried them
And as you flaunt
beauty as your anthem
You are still holding the shovel
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:56 AM UTC
I want to talk of war
Of the horror
Of every stain in the mirror
Stains of ichor, blood and tar
I want to talk of pain
Of the manner
Its infusion makes me cower
This time, next time, and then again
I want to talk of fear
Of ice and gale
Of hope and rapture - how they fail
As I do so, see how I sneer
As your eyes widen
As your ears shut
As you mouth opens
To retort:
All the beauty in the world
Is all around to be taken
Life too short!
Wake up, and then
witness marvels of all sorts!
I do not want
to speak of your marvels
you are the one who buried them
And as you flaunt
beauty as your anthem
You are still holding the shovel
