The War

We're all part of The War.
The battles leave us broken, battered, and sore.
Some are involved far more than most.
Each person, each member of a clique, is a man at his post.
Vindictive, sinister, unforgiving, cruel, and mean.
We are a legion, the likes of which you've never seen.
We are elite soldiers in The War, her and I.
Strong and ruthless, we'll tear you apart until the day we die.
Our greatest enemies would have to be each other,
she is like my dearest sister, and I like her dearest brother.
Our fire, our Power, it will lead us to our end,
I fear however, it may very well be just around the bend.
There is no room in this world for a hate as powerful as ours,
We cling to the past, all our past minuters and hours.
Memory has shaped us into who and what we are,
We almost hurt the one who cares most, for our hearts are black as tar.
I'm so very sorry, my dearest friend, you're such a wonderful person, you really are.
Please forgive us for letting the war consume us, letting it tear us apart,
But please know, that deep deep down in the bottom of my heart,
We'll always care for you, our sister, our friend, our everything,
One day we'll all laugh together again, and our hearts as one will sing.
But until that time, damages must be repaired, wounds must be tended to,
Our recovery, our friendship, and even my life, I will always owe only to you......