My blood runs like fire through my veins
My eyes bleed with tears of anger that rains
Down like knives they slice into my skin
Yet no marks are left but the fury within
My heart is cold and its drumming goes on
I awake with a start for the fight comes at Dawn
Each day is a battle, my floors are the field
My pen is my dagger and my mind is my shield
Pain is my companion and Regret is my foe
Away from these both I am longing to go
But I must stand and fight, or fight when I'm down
My Life is a War... the war cry has no sound
The War cry is silent, only the angels can hear
My face behind stone disguising my fear
SO hypervigilant So utterly Lost
Fighting this fight without accounting for cost.
For every wound weeping and festering scars
That are part of my life although I am marred
I dream of Freedom, but this War is not done
Life is a fight, and this Fight must go on
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