What are you battling?

In the pursuit of love happiness and war, I am whole, and my power is absolute. My reason for fighting is always justified. If I rule and conquer it makes me attractive.

My love enjoys being dominated. Clawing scratching. Biting stabbing shooting all night, torn and worn and beat to hysteria. Deliriously floating past problems as a solution.

Bloodshed nourishes my soul. Flesh fills bellies. Nobody imagines they could be sick from pursuit.

Can I be happy with someone's loss? Yes! No! Both!

When a child wishes for someone they love to die so they can escape hurt or receive the attention that creates popularity--do they know what they are pursuing?

When they get it, even if its timely and deserved, does it bring ruin or repair? All battles hurt.

Is it possible to rebuild?

It depends on your love, happiness, and war.