Pregnant War

Pregnant War

A heart shaped kiss,

In a world gone bliss.

I hold thy hand,

Walk with me in sand.

Glowing, howling, deceivers of hate.

Such powers were too late,

Mistreated, naked and bruised.

You said no when they made you choose.

Your heart grew cold,

When your soul was sold.

Cold how? Your body numb.

Oh no… They gave you some.

Dead. Left here so beautiful, powerful.

Traces.

Faces.

Careless now.

Loneliness how?

He left your body but took your soul.

For he thought somehow to make you once more whole.