Eyes a little darker
They adjusted just like the rest
Lips a little more red
They say nothing for too long
Face a little whiter
Bleached from the fake day
Head a little lower
Set for a war of sorts
Ear a little closer
To get the words that will soon be crushed
Jaw a little tilted
For foundation of the tongue has changed

Darker red, little whiter, lowered closer and tilted.

Locked into this mind
The environment made this
The face now reacts
Inside now out
No use for calmness

The soldier in the front
The moment before the war