Battleground.

My spine screams of rage
and my bones
shattered in a violent compulsion
howl at a gosthly surreal light

...fear has swallowed me again

Flesh torn into ashes
and blood vomiting lies
talk about a certain sorrow
that always made me cry
with pleasure, with joy
with the ecstasy of horror
I mourn

not defeated, but in love with the war
I am.