There’s no dressing in war
Nor smile at the jaw of discomfort
I have been married to guns and bombs
Inhaling the sweet air of bitterness
Driven by lust for blood and vengeance


Winter has always been in my room
Hidden inside fossils of truth so dark
Circumnavigating through the depths of the hollow space left
Hoping someone would come take a look
At how stranded I am holding grudges with my thoughts