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 Kamikaze

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.