I hate war

But Paintballing

Rouses me

From my peaceful slumber

Into a world

Where war is fun

Because lives aren't

Splattered like paint

Onto limitless

Deathly white canvasses

I turn from a Saint

Into some Kamikazi

Ninja Commando

Courage grows

Round by round

As stinging blows

Sing of bruises to come

The trees stretch

To the sky above

As other canvassed ones

Masked

Paint massacre;

Dart like scared

Cattle between

Instinctual love of

Chase and catch

Without the actual

Oblivion

A small but mightily

Inadequate

Glimpse of fear

And pain and

Battle.