Wake of Peace

Peace is a concept locked by the sea
Unlike the rest, it has quite the complex key
Peace is not something uniform or bold
Instead I am sure that it can feel cold

Peace is his hands entwined in mine,
For I've waited so long to look in his eyes
Peace is the broken window down on West Side
An anxious son with the bat that he hides
Peace is the blood dripping down on the floor
The euphoric release, he's killed just once more
Peace is a quiet song, scratching your brain
As you realize that you've been left in the rain

Peace is the deafening train whistle and screech
Testing its limits, how far it can reach
Peace is standing on the edge of a cliff
Considering a jump, because well- what if?
Peace is wondering if you could fly
The morbid knowledge that if you fail you could die
Peace is a captive who sings of thorns and glass
Whilst knowing that someday, this too shall pass
Peace is a blessing, a curse, a hope
That a deity bestows on the creature it loves most
Peace is a tiring, beckoning myth
Without another soul to share such peace with
Peace is never something that can be won
Except when you're holding the coin labelled "one"

Peace is not quiet, it is loud and exciting
It is anticipation; calm and inviting
Peace is a fire, a flame in the soul
That simply burns softly, as very few know