no name

he battleground has been chosen

Weapons have been decided and sides have been drawn

Victory has been promised all around

The event begins

Tears from each side dictate a battle where nobody wins

The tide shifts although more blood is lost

The breathing begins to take a toll of us all

Reaching for the solace to make it easier

Nothing can or ever will

As the sun rises comes the peace even still and through that beckons a light

A light to shine over any space and any moon into any corner for all shall be seen

have mercy on the curses that spit when i speak on the thoughts im having about the mood of the moment

makes no sense now does it about how we can go from hugging and loving to emotional thugging

bruising fragile egos when shit dont go her way or his

stealing from peter to pay paul and then suffer from withdraw cus i cant get in the drawls

lemme pause post haste and not waste the thoughts stemming from this disgraceful distaste left on my palette