Aphoristic Instruction

For twelve years now
For two people
There's a war that's been waged by the feeble
In your mind
It's your son's fault
Not the birth of a dual action hate vault
Blood red sunset
Every Sunday
To mark death of emotion between us
But in your eyes
It's not worth it
To give up, admit defeat or relinquish command of your forces

We've been talking
In circles
What was once blue has bled itself purple
We're now silent
Towards each other
Guessing words in white text that form footnotes on our screens

We can't change the destiny of others
We aren't soldiers but we've waged this war, now we'll live to fight again

We've fought for life so much in this place
We've shed so many tears in distaste
For each other and my taste buds have moved on
(We've shared these lives
Now we're stricken by conviction and biased threads of time.)

We can't change the destiny of another
We aren't soldiers but we've waged this war, now we'll live to fight again
For twelve years now, we've been soldiers
And we've been fighting in circles
We'll live to fight again
[?]

(And we torture ourselves outside of these guided lines
Replacing what might be with what has never been
Twelve years of pure aggression
An absurd angst obsession
Until finally we line ourselves inside these shadowed holes.)