Whispering, on my cheek,
You give me a kiss.
I claw at my skin.
'cause of your wandering lips.
While is it I'm always staring out a window? Why don't a feel the rush of a breeze? Why are sounds always muffled. Why is the glass getting harder to look through?
Quaking of the battlefield,
A rumble in the distance.
Spitting a piercing shell,
Gun recoils in an instant.