Sateen

Whip out your swords,
war begins!
Battle of feelings
Uncommon battlefield
in the middle of soul
There's no escape yet
Every of us
grip the gun
Every of us
beat as you can

My love is forceful
like a chieftain
My love is cruel
like a foe
My love is springhtly
like a small kitten
My love is tender
like a morning touches in the hair

I misunderstand
you misunderstand

In the field scattered
of corpses
wounded
and dyings

Among them
lying in grass
Out of his lips push out
the last breaths,
on the face flow down
drops of sweat
with blood


In the wishful desperation
pray the God
to live another morrow

*hefty laugh*

- It was a nice afternoon, captain!
And give the hand for salute...