Inner Warfare

In the morning I'll rise with my glaive at my side. Bravely waiting in the dark for my enemies to hark. Resolutely they'll behold this escutcheon I hold. Unwavering I'll defeat. Finding the diffidence, I seek. Utter peace is what I'll find. In my heart, my soul and mind. Enslavement is it's urge. Nows the time to purge, when it's powers start to surge. Self-destruction is it's name. In many forms it has a game. Addiction, anxiety, anger and lust. Win, die, lose or bust. This battle is a must until my bones are dust.