Word Weaponry

We don't engage to further communication;
we engage to commit verbal violations.
Your tongue is the bullet that pierces my armor.
I know which linguistic concoction will disarm you,
And we hold nothing back.
It's blow for blow, emptied clips, poisonous shots, hurtful quips,
And we don't stop until we both fold.
When we're lying wounded in our home turned battlefield
and the lethality of our words is alarmingly clear, we wonder:
How did this happen?
When did our mouths become guillotines?
Where did our speech grow so damn mean?
Why did you and I take up word weaponry?