This War of Mine
The day has come
no turning back now.
I must end this now
for I grow tired of pain.
Seeing faces of those close
as mirrors I suppose
reflecting nothing but hate
showing I'm nothing if not lost
and there is no help for me.
I know these are lies
from the master known as my mind
The culrpit of deception.
An evil that must be ended.
I've tried with all my might
and have drained all of the fight.
For the bombardment of words and lectures
sending me retreating into my hole.
I feel my war is lost
Almost as if it is time
feeling myself surrender to the bastard upstairs.
I hope for pity
But this ain't no fairytale.
My brain and I know that.
So I lay myself down
preparing for the moment of truth
feeling a sense of serenity.
I awake.
The pain and suffering refuse slumber
my arch-nemesis laying confused
I have taken a chance.
This war of mine
it won't end.
But the chance of a cease-fire
means all the same to me.