The weariness of wedded war.
The fussing, cussing, walking aways.
Trust busts in silent violence displays.
Every letter and action justification.
Killing feeling willing, fuck a relation.
Hide lies, despised by no respect.
We talk, turn around, mentally left.
Chasing a race that nobody will win.
Saying its ok then set to do it again.
Choosing to lose me loosely grip slip
Losing the good he, i misfigured shit
Peace, prosperity, good luck all alone.
Blessing be, wherever you call home.