MitternachtMarine

A dim light lit a tiny room, a moth circling around it. Random foreign words littered the calm, early fall air every few seconds as a young man and a young woman sat together, a book shared between them. The young woman, raven haired and dressed in a navy blue Japanese sailor's outfit pointed to certain words as the young man, dirty blond and dressed in a brown bomber jacket over his suit, called them out. The two continued this for a while, inside this oasis away from the world. Here there was no hatred, no fighting. There was no Japanese side or American side. Here, it was just two people trying to understand each other better.  The raven h

Flying high above the life and rules- Goodnes and moral doesn't matter anymore! Determining lifes without a need of excuses, The battlesound´s tearing a hole into the core. Dropping bombs onto the ground, Lets burn the enemy out! Every touch of a button makes his own cruel sound. Battlefields give no time for doubt. I´m a fighter, murderer, sinner Have to kill, to bomb, to fly Soon I will perish, there´s no winner! My life is a slaughter until I die.