War And Peace

Walk the way, I talk.
Find why I fall.
In my haste,
and emptiness.
A truce in wartime.
A sugar pill sprouted from
lead poisoning.
Back off!!!
That time matters!
The red will cease,
and run clear,
even under the clearest of skies.
I wave my arm in rogue hilarity.
For see, It has since been removed from me.
Wave back, for this is part of the peace,
that war has bought for me.