I can hear it coming for me,
A thundering chaos.
The heat of clashing shields and swords
Is growing closer.
I can remember the last time I watched it approach.
The sound of young lustful eyes
And veterans of love
Both forgetting their nature
In order to ensure
The sensation of a gentle touch
For just one more day.
I will never forget the guilt
That swelled as I watched the mayhem pass,
I mourned for every broken piece of glass
And wept at the burnt remains of habits discarded.
I can hear it coming for me,
An army is rising
And this time I will join the ranks
And fight against sobriety and inhibition.
