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War Poetry Of The Concisionist

A War of attrition, No two sides deserve perdition,
A million lives fall victim to the extent of exasperation,
A shared cigarette, a love of no declaration,
Nothing that words upon actions can confess,
We've too much control on our life,
No selfless deeds we willingly sacrifice,
We're too concise, the time is nigh,

Love lives a secret existance,
Love's life shattered in an instance,
Requite is a parasite worthy of hope,
No tickle in the belly or lump in the throat

A broken man cries, his love torn at the seams,
Life's too little a price to put on your broken dreams,
Just dream, just dream the day away,
Our dreams can wait another day,
A cold in the air, a cold in your veins,
Bloodless death wash away the blood stains,
Men can kill, men can lie,
Men can love, men can cry

They wrote to their sweethearts,
And it was othing about contemporary needs,
Only lifetime is contemporary,
And that makes a good catalyst for romance,
There's nothing cynical about God's judgment,
Die proud in man's foolish shroud,
Left stranded with only the fondest of memories
Clinging to the outskirts of reality,
Crowded by the loneliness best left forgotten,
Wishing there could be a change to forget.

Your love's a burden I'd never wish to bear,
History resights its tragic loss, surely the present has it's share,
Long live the thousand yard stare,