I needed to erase your memory
A part of my brain needs to shut down...

War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...

Water splashing down
One, two, three, rhythm repeats...

Dashing indeed was the soldier in blues
And bold was the Duchess to entice for a dance...

When he walks into the room
my heart delights, though in a way suppressed...

Every single time the pen
scratches its tip against the paper...

I stare into the same blankness
But tears do not gush from my eyes...

You breathe next to me
Eyes closed, innocent they are...

Why do tears fall at night?
Why are they ashamed of the day...

Why is love ever among their lips?
And why so did they profoundly define...

Dashing soldier, an entrance he had made
But his leaving was marked with the blade...

Speak freely to me
But if words fail, be silent...