war

you say this war is in my name?

you do not know my name.

you never did.

were you to say my name out loud but once, all wars, all tears would cease.

now you ask me my name.

have i not been whispering it in your ear all along?

to hear my name, you must be silent.

these children you have killed? theirs are the faces that will ask you "why?" forever in the hell you have made for yourself.

they have come to be with me, where faces are unnecessary.

these are the walls, floor, and ceiling of your hell:

you. chose. this.