Empty Battlefield

I think I know every detail of the floor.
My eye's refuse to give into my desire to look,
My breath doesn't want to be steady.
I feel my arms shake, my fingers grasp at empty air.
The life around me is being sucked away,
I would give it to you if I could.

The results say I'm wrong. But I know I'm right.
Heaven and hell are going to war but I don't know which is which.
Fire laps the skin of my existence, threatening to destroy my world.
Yet excitement rises in my heart.
Clouds drift by, a long summer day, friends away, emptiness in the world.
Yet, this is simple, this is right.

At the centre of the battlefield I wait, ready to be consumed.
I will it to happen but it never does, nobody ever charges for me.

You and I, Love and Hate.

I live in a circle full of warmth. 

You live with the doors closed, but the ice still gets in. 

I live under sunlight, I see clearly. 

You live under darkness, your blind. 

You throw the dart but miss the target.

I sit and watch it fly by without flinching.

You pull strings and move puppets into place at will. 

I take hands, smile for a smile in return. 

I don’t love what I hate.

You hate what you love. 

They say we’re both stupid.  

We both know it’s true.