Forever a fight

In an endless loop of arguments A game that neither of us ever win A house built on a sandy foundation Loose lies must come out in the end. Knuckles and bloody knuckles Tears in muddy puddles Smiling to our friends and showing each other our teeth I am sick of the battles. The war the we won’t ever win Land that we still have to conquer But to conquer you must kill It seems easy enough. Just stay off of each others land. Turn your noses to the secrets, And keep the peace Well peace is a trojan horse A horse made of wood. Well wood is flammable. And the truth will spell out in the smoke. It is never that easy to just pretend that nothing is wrong. Guilt is a dangerous game And you will never let me in Deflecting our points Pretending to kill An endless battle in the war that neither of us will win. A wheel with a broken pedal. We know where to go but won’t Because all that is left for us, Is to wave and let the white flag win Maybe escape is all that is left. The only chance that either of us can survive. Your favorite escape. To hide from the inevitable win. When the reaper knocks on our door, We know what we have to do. Bid our goodbyes, And hope to see each other in the afterlife. I try to say goodbye but your silence is deafening. It carves into my mind. Blood seeps into my brain. I am out.