Battlefield

As I stand in a empty street,
Uncontrollably out of my mind.
As the demons rise,
Returning to take back there,
So called pride. 
Don't see why I even tried.
There all way to fried ,
In there own state of mind.
Stepping into the shadows ,
As da voices get louder ,
Waiting for reality ,
To come back together ,
Shortly after I seem to 
Stagger...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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