The razor, my skin
Cold metal against warm flesh
Dark thoughts returning.

Consuming darkness
I'm overcome with panic
My chest, tightening.

Visions of angels calling me to them
Gasping for breath in that icy water
Panicking terror overwhelming me
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to say.

Visions of demons calling me to them
Screaming in pain in that fiery pit
Calm mellowness overcoming me
I know what to do
I know what to say.

Love is such a fickle thing
Starts and ends in a split second
You'll never know if it will last.

Love is fragile as a newborn child
The slightest blemish equals destruction

True love is rare in a world of lust.

Heartbreak once again
Longing for your warm embrace
Hopeless fantasy.

The warheads rust in peace while the population celebrates
War is over
Peace is here!

An explosion of ecstasy in the inner cities
Joyous laughter and delight
No more young men dying without a cause

And yet there still stands the grieving mother
Crying for her baby boy
War is over
But grief remains.