not with bombs
nor with bullets.

War fed his soul
with torn up bodies,
and cut off limbs.

War drowned his senses
with the smell of blood
and rotting flesh.

War broke his will
with man's capacity
for boundless cruelty.

If you fall,
   I will help you up.

If you lose your way,
   I will guide you back.

But the choices
   are all yours to make.

I exposed my heart.
Love put on a silver plate.
She took her trophy.

There’s beauty after all.

A light in this cruel
poisoning
meaningless life.

A sad angel’s
musical antidote
against insanity.

Solemn promises.
Stern new year resolutions.
Lies sold to myself.