the end of a fighti love seeing them all cuddled up so tight.
i love the wind blowing through their mud-stricken faces
i love their gasping for the air in between the spaces.
look into those hazelnut eyes
and melt with the dim glow.
i try to lose myself out of this pools
but i seem to always be losing control.
i want to take a hold of your rifle in this grey spot
take you down, take all your armor
and im going to lift you up from inside out.
i love the crossfires at the end of a fight
i love the tingles of the dim night.
i love the wind blowing through their mud-stricken faces
i love the dance of the bullets outlined into space.