Terrible Love And Beautiful War

Personal passionate incidents stare
into the eyes of love; as dead as I,
and another bullet rips fast-forward
moments into slow-motion agony,
there is only a second left to breathe,
eternity which splinters sanity
into fashion's beautiful ruffled war,
I herd hostility into pens; drops
of poetry, it's an aggressive sigh,
transparent ink that bleeds calligraphy.

Frictionless screams slap minimal units,
grammatical soldiers in adjective
uniform, as pressed as goodbye, my dear.
Warrior mentality leaves curtain
calls in disarray, there is no escape,
only open mouthed horror in daydreams,
muddy existence shall salute this death,
I'm sure a flag will cover an empty
coffin, for in enemy lands I fall,
wide predilection butters lips, a smile.