the war

...we fight
our own battles
dance with us
in the midst of the night
because we fight
with our wishes
to see daylight
we fight
we believe
we decieve
but recieve
the never ending
war
and feel the
pain from
our hearts
that is tore
and sore
and we pause
and ask
who we fighting for?
sweat and blood
covers the
beauty of every
particle
history
and article
of our lives
but all we can do
is
...fight
we struggle
we scream
let them feel our might
...right?
cause we arent any different
to a lion
a gazelle
we just fight
thinkin it would
prevent us from
surcoming to hell
but ...hell
we already in hell
and the pages
are slowly burning
from the sweet tale
as we
fight in our cage
as known as jail
we hear the snare drum
speeding up
gravitating up
as our heart beats
quicker and the pain
starts
to
comfort
comfort? us
we dont know
that soon we
will be equivalent to the dust
that we sneeze out of our nose
and i jus want to propose
that
we are soldiers
we baffle
we strangle
we fuck
kiss
hiss
miss
our own battles
were our hearts
get so tight
....we just fight