Too much peace after a battlefield full of roses

White roses turned black from the red of our sins

How much more can we lose

Allies that we’ve mistaken as foes, too late do we see their life

Only through their eyes does it flash and we never see the pain

Until their screams torture our minds

And the memories mark our eyes

Tattoos that spirals and the letters fly into symbols

Too much peace after stepping on glass, and I swear there’s a face

That flashes like a horror movie played too soon

Too much peace, like a deathly silence while walking through

A field full of mines

Voices slowly scream in terror and pain

Slow motion

Before the gun goes off