Where do you go when home becomes a battlefield?
How do you escape a war that lives in your bones?
Open yourself to the embrace of the sea
or the kiss of the blade?
There’s a bottle at the bar with your name on it
Maybe, the shortest path to freedom starts there
they say leaving is an art so you carve
one cut at a time, you make your way to nirvana
deeper and deeper you dig,
until you are nothing but a collection of scars
screaming for escape from your own mind
the master said nobody wins a war by quitting
so you turn on them. after all it is your home too
but there’s too much of them and only one of you
and now, they are crowding in on you, fire in their mouths
you poor ugly thing
they are all laughing at you
why did you come here?
you don’t belong here
you don’t belong anywhere
& the fire is closer than ever before.
This is your fight now, always will be,
always has been
will you give up or will you fight for your life, warrior?
Author: Alakitan Aladesuyi