To Whom It May Concern

I toss I turn I scream in vain Satan licks his spoon again Nothing seems to stop these dreams Tormented soul forever seems Wishing for some better days To only find a darkened haze Laughing as they all walk by People mock me and I cry Hurtful things they say to me They do not no PTSD Doctors drugs they have me take 16 hours sleep is what they make I cannot take much more you see A whole life sleeping just cannot be The dreams you see are bad at best The worst ones are the devils jest God please help me if you can But the devil answers im your man I do not know what I have done But when Im gone those two men won So do I stay and fight the fight Or do I end it this very night? The answer to these words I say I choose to fight so hear I stay