i am venting with knives hidden in words
i am venting with fire kept carefully behind hazel eyes
i am venting with bullets sent on baited breath
remind me that i need to not forget that i do have allies
not everyone is my enemy
even when it feels like the entire world
has come crashing down on top of me
i cant let my knives
my fire
and my bullets
accidentally fly off
and hit someone i really do care about
someone who could help me through this madness
the weapons of war
should never be wielded in anger
should never be wielded unless
it is a last resort
and there is no other way
but to send in the troops to die for a cause
they may not even believe in
so i shall curb my venting
and wait to play my cards
in a way that leaves no casualites
and sets everyone up for a good next hand