15: WSX

exchange of the words, guns traded at battle.
aim for the fire - "I'm shot, I'm down!"
Don't look at me further, move along, move along.
No use staring at the deadness of dawn. Retaliate,
your turn.
The corner keeps me warm.
You're winning 'cause I let you, free will obliges you.

But we both long for the future
and our downtrodden days,go on unphased with those wooden smils.
What boils underneath should never be revealed
Never will we erupt again,
until all wounds have healed.