war games

i am venting with knives hidden in words i am venting with fire kept carefully behind hazel eyes i am venting with bullets sent on baited breath remind me that i need to not forget that i do have allies not everyone is my enemy even when it feels like the entire world has come crashing down on top of me i cant let my knives my fire and my bullets accidentally fly off and hit someone i really do care about someone who could help me through this madness the weapons of war should never be wielded in anger should never be wielded unless it is a last resort and there is no other way but to send in the troops to die for a cause they may not even believe in so i shall curb my venting and wait to play my cards in a way that leaves no casualites and sets everyone up for a good next hand