Laying on the battlefield I love to detest
coughing out shattered hopes and promises
freeing my lungs from another bullshit
I was lovingly fed by the concerned society.
I glanced around to see the faces of my fiends
to meet with the relentlessness nothingness
howling a sarcastic laugh towards the stars
marking my skin with a scar and then some
I totally forgot that I haven’t needed anyone.
A shattering breath pushed into my breast,
For whom I walked and made another conquest
Will be a question for someone else to answer.
I’m done with spears and shields, and swords
that are piercing my skin for shit and giggles;
with mighty bloodshed, crippled, angry words
which falls from silken lips of my past lovers.
Who knew there’s so many layers of “lower”
Once a sublime prize, now a paltry leftover.
I whimper and laugh. This is for the joyful best,
I can finally close my exhausted mind and rest.