Maximillion, God Speed
This aloof front is fatiguing,
not unlike being on the front-line in a war,
but this is a war of hearts.
We've got the defense systems covered,
but our offense tactics are weak.
Definite room for improvement, boys.
Hit the showers.
These hearts, disfigured from breaks,
are my favourite things.
A project, something vulnerable and real.
We're playing at a game with no teams.
Everyone plays in solitude.
Guessing at the rules, which are made up as we play.
With no time line, and no end.
Love is not difficult, some just need reminding.
Why are we concerned about zombies attacking?
What about our own self destruction?