I will love you
Just a little
Past the moment
I die
After my body stops
And my brain grows cold
A few neurons will fire
Dimly in the darkness
And those neurons
Will be memories and thoughts
Of you

Is this the blood
Of an enemy
Or is it blood
Of one of ours
I do not know
Blood is blood
And death is death

War is fought
At the beckoning
Of those that lead
Nations
And for these shouts
To to kill the other
The young and old
March out
To bleed
To die
To bleed
To kill

But
Blood is blood
And
Death is death
And every enemy
Breaths with human breath
Cries with human tears
And passes
Wishing for comfort
As a child
Wishes
For Mother

The dark honey of sleep
Cloyingly thick
Sweetly persuasive
beckons and suffocates
Yet dreams of you
Disturb this minor death
As I twist and drown
In your eyes
Two lakes of swords
Burn in your words
Oil cast on
the embers of our passion
So madness flies
Until I wake in sweat
that sticks to flesh like blood
Gasping your name

She burns a hole
Through the flesh of my heart
Slowly, slowly
A coal that drowns
In my blood
Igniting me
Extinguishing herself
As I grow bright
She dims
As I begin to live
She dies
My love awakens
And she is gone

When wind blows
I hear sirens screaming

When water falls
I hear dreams ending

When life begins
I hear death coughing