War Paint

Thaw.



Marching their feet off

Suffer in lies

Building their fents of

Illusions to try

A better world

The fact

They give up trying

Regret

Wish for peeling their eyes off

To be blind for the truth

They fall, they play, they cry.



They are walking down in pain

They are searching for a name.



The loss of breath

They can't deny

The scratch of death

They lost the fight.



That's what they get.



Survived a crime.