Why can't we not be sober?

The truth lies between us two

and so it will remain

never to watch it

but to walk on it

Those swords we wield

came from nowhere

yet we fight like two knights

without visible helmets

just those in our minds

Red s of pain

color our imaginary field

no one will be able to tell

which one will get 

the kings blessings

Swing of fresh air

I felt my heart

getting its emotions back

those electric pulses

that twist our mind

right into the hands of our heart

Swing of a sword

I would never be able to tell her

those moments of pain

one last of emotion

left me with none of red-like color

the field of truth is now nothing

but a manipulation of it