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