Some fights just ain’t fair

Second hand bullets riddle the bodies of the ones we loved…

Innocent bystanders are anything but in a game of Love Stained War…

They say that in time all will be healed but nothing more than pain comes through…

There was a day when it all made sense…

But nothing more than senseless sex and liquor filled nightmares…

Time was the enemy….

Now it is to a healing vessel…

Nothing left in this drug of life…

The overdose is coming sooner or later…

But in the end there was only gun fights and flaming hallways…

The yesterdays were burnt at the stake…

Sin is nothing more than what we truly want from life… But are told we can’t have…

In the end…

The fight was never fair…

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