Bring me peace,
When you are done.
For I was war.
Always have been.
Dens of wounded predators,
Broken promises of family.
Playing the humble moth.
Igniting myself to inferno.
Copying a Phoenix,
Thereafter.
War,
Curses us.
Losing one’s humanity.
& some of us;
Never had much of it,
To begin with.
.
For I Was War.
