Requirements of War

Dreaming to return, to the uncensored life. Society's rules change. Crazy is the norm. Able to live out the dreams. No need to control the impulses. The voices rule here. Violence allowed, expected, to endure. I feel real here. No hedges to hide the Hadean within. The Others are heard, a full forced chorus ringing true. No need to medicate. They unleash their savage roar. Opacity seeps away. True colors shine brightly. Wallowing in the fury. Weigh the anchors of society, just to survive. Emotions locked...closeted. Only to be brought out in the light of day relived, bit by bit, reshaped and molded. Cut to fit, in the eyes of the world.