My War
My War
Tick tick tick
My brain is always on
My thoughts never quick
Sometimes I wonder if I'm my own pawn
In a game that my very own brain has drawn
My brain has turned on my heart
That I know without a doubt
Every day it has thrown a killing dart
Blood has begun to leak out
I can feel my soul drying up like flowers during a drought
I was once a bright flower
But, like all flowers, I slowly wilt
Through the torturing hours
The body I built,
Started to gradually tilt
I don’t want to fall
I don’t want to stay on the floor
But, I can’t help answering the luring call
Of death singing at my door
He promised me that answering would end my internal war
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