I am living in a harmony of wars,
This is my home, where hearts are on fire.
Screams are our lullaby,
And curses are the hello's and hi's.
Losing is our breakfast,
And winning is our snack.
Fighting is breathing,
And dying is for giving.
Reality's a fantasy,
And fantasy's a reality.
It is on the top, the gravity,
And the sky on the lower territory.
Rares are everyday,
Most are rare.
Fight completes the day,
And peace is a spare.
No one understands,
No one will ever.
Be in my place and live in this circumstance,
And you'll never like to remember this again, ever.
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An Obscure Reflection
PoetryMy simple thoughts can be a vast of strange collection of words. These strange collections of words completes me. [01 13 2020 - republished, but not revised, for personal reasons] [01 13 2020 - I made this compilation three years ago and I was just...
