Eyes go gray,
jaw is slacked,
once your fire charred and black.
The wound has bled out from what you can’t recall.
Daily Battling the fear.
Hopeless thoughts of altering time.
Arbitrary conflict.
War is waged.
Every day result is the same.
Loss, remorse, anger.
Crumbling empire built by your stress.
Shaken lives, enemies.
Roles are the same the faces have changed.
Now you sleep.
Disillusioned from birth.
They won’t claim fault.
Product of your passive womb.
Your passions dulled by the abuse.
You drudge on longing for gratification.
Met with nothing at every turn.
A true tale of betrayal.