My Warzone

guernica by picasso

then boom, then everything is quiet.

standing edith by egon shciele

then white light, everything is quiet.

graffiti by a German gang

then boom, everything is quiet.

your face by God.

then white light, everything is quiet.

Between the booms and the flashing lights, all the art, the pains of life, we duck below a passing tank with flowers at our feet, see the snow falling softly on shell casings and blood. We were born of the warzone, lovers in the Ukraine. In a time where there was all war, and God didn't have a name.

We are war and love and truth. We are whatever the hell is true to you. We'll carry our guns and march on and on, with daisies in our hair. We'll wash off the lead and drab but also the lipstick and perfume. We're soldiers now, living in an over-sized tomb.

Booms then lights.

Booms then lights.

Kisses and fights.

Kisses and fights.

Light pink and drab.

Light pink and drab.

Life is so sad.

Life is so sad.