It is a knife cutting though a heart,
slicing it open, dissecting it.
then trying to put it back together again.
but there is always something missing.
it is the stupidity of mankind.
the dark side of everyone.
the emptiness. the black hole inside us all.
it swallows us up, spits us back out.
we are already digested and something is left behind.
it is an argument in the play ground.
A contest of strengths that gets out of hand,
and goes too far.
A cut.
A band-aid.
the bleeding wont stop.
it is just another soldier.
just one more bullet.
one extra grave.
one million grieving families.
it is death.
a cold hand that reaches in,
and pulls out all fairness and justice that ever existed.
the glass is empty.
it is a lifetime of pain and suffering.
never forgetting.
trying to forget to remember.
the survivors are haunted forever.
the memories.
the pain.
they will never go away.
the scar remains.
it is a competitive sport with no spectators.
everyone has been called out to play.
but no one can remember the rules.
there are no winners.
every one loses.
