Cries shrieks and guttural sounds
They form the chorus of the war
While the thumping of hooves
And clashing of swords forms the tempest
In the weather of war
Thick fog or maybe it's the smoke of burning flesh
Lies heavy upon the ground
While the battle sets are painted muddy and red
From the amalgamation of the flesh torn wounds
into a big throb of disgusting comedy
There is no escaping from this purgatory
Except maybe the moment when one lies cut open on the ground and heaves his last breath

You are haunted and confused
By a custom made hell
And your thoughts are a struggle
And your words don't jell
But I see you, all of you
Ive focused and pierced
Your words, old to the new
And like a case of torn muscles
You're setting fire to my insides
But the irony is that
I'm still a sucker for your eyes
The dead juke box that beats
Inside of my chest belts out
The Song of you again and again
And I am happy to be lost
The only itch on my deluded skin
That rises tenaciously again and again
Is you're already too full with gone women and games
And I know that all of us have our very own ghosts
But I'd rather be your haunting
Than be no one of note

I think  of your memories as a rope tied from my ankle to
the dank wall that is my past
And I pull against it with all my weight
I clank my chains to catch attention for help;
Someone does rush up to untie me and as I stand freed from these bonds temporarily
I hear the dooming footsteps of your memories approaching yet again
I ask myself-
                       Will you ever let me go

I wish I could roll you up in a joint
Lick that dry paper with the wet pad of my tongue
and smoke you all day long
Your words get me high
They are so abrasive masculine and rough
I want more
Not that I'm going to tell you
Being one of the many lovestruck
Is too much for my ego
I am more of a far away observer
Immersed but distant
You're a guilty pleasure and a secret thrill
Not that you'll ever know
Because I'd rather burn far from you
Than turn to ashes in front of your
eyes
You see pretty you may be
But you're still just one of the guys

I've left and Ive looked back many times
It was fiery, too hot, not to mention
That I'm too ****** up
But seeing the huge stakes of fire
That I've left behind, I yearn
I want to come back 
Try to make it okay
But It can't be the same 
Oh It can't be the same
But I know that's not reason enough to stay away
But you see You can tape the mirror back up
But it'll only show you cracked pieces
Different reflections on what was once the same surface
And you see, the reason I don't come back
Is that I can't create havoc in your life like that
I've left once and now I must go on
Yes I want to come back, But I chose my wrongs
I can't just come barging in again
And bang on the walls you created in pain
So I'll just sit down on the crossroads from where I left,
because in order to unhurt you, I have to act deaf