A woundless war that brews within its walls will still take casualties
A sickness lurking more impressively in those that kill for fun
In eyes that claim to know an immortality without a drink
Or eyes that brighten with each stolen life by barrel of their gun
But bravery unviels itself amid the bullet holes and death
In a journalist that plays the savior car to car within its walls
A kid with tattooed face and tearless eyes who mans its blood-stained roof
To children all alone or with a father in whome duty calls
Darkness rides as passanger and holds ther lives within its grasp
Allowing rare survival to those fortunate or those naive