my sleepless nights and my madness created by the monsters in my mind that torment me with their screaming thoughts created from a painful past that left me dead inside
with a soul that screams for peace, freedom and a heart to fight till I draw my last breath
spending another dark night alone with only my thoughts,
with the sound of my heartbeating and broken hope
crimson tears slowly draining my soul
wishing that by some miracle a reconciliation could be made
the problem that persists from the very roots of our existence
it was not created nor founded
like a shadow it just silently grew it is there foreboding in resistance
the saddest part of all is we were both fighters and we let it win