I don't know
If we've forgotten
All the battles
We've once fought and

Don't know now if
They've all passed
When the present
Might not last.

But our guns
They stay pointed.
Our limbs,
More disjointed​.

Bullets, blades,
All meant to maim,
Yet the other's
Who we blame.

It's like we're all
Trapped in a cage
Made up of
Anguish and rage.

We fight only
To escape,
Yet we're slowed
By our own tape.

Trying to fix
Up our demise,
But self-torture
In disguise.

We can't help
Our scars to heal
If mere cuts
Will never seal.