Obsession

Pulling pins, releasing spoons,
The grenadiers to start their death summoning occupation.
Fitted finger into pin, I pull;
Enter jealousy, welcome hate, come in unhealthy love; To think that this is tender affection!
O' loathing sears through my veins;
The coiled spring in notched ring,
Waiting for some pain to bring.
In my mind the spoon released;
What it doesn't now, later is deceased.
Inside skull it is confined, my fixation.

Yet inevitable detonation, and it escapes,
Destruction of a beautiful past with you,
Limbs cry, severed from their fraternity,
Bleeding as we collect the shards,
Pieces of an unforgettable yore.
Collective tears puddle under eyes.

Maimed veterans,
My broken
Heart...