illusion of safety

Kicks in the eyes and bleed through my arms
fallen in the midst of this war, not a choice I had to make
between the shelters that are shattered
and the story that matters
I keep the kernel of the love at stake

Random bullets that pierce through this chest
and Anesthesia can keep me alive no more
where constelations of my words are seen as mess
these tearful eyes may seem like a bore

But I resent your painful retreat from the frontline
because I thought we’d go against the grain together?
I never knew if Gaia would turn around
or if the holy grail would ever be found
but if you’re hurt, I’ll take care of you in my shelter

And the summer will come
and those lurking eyes will go away, soon
for we’ll lay down our pebbles and arrows
and pray for a beautiful June.

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