War

War

Into our mind's shadow corners we delve,
searching out where our mental demons dwell,
asking questions on a sojourner’s trail,
examining the thoughts of life,
getting answers that make us pale.

What is love and what is life?
What in life must we sacrifice?
Why are our inner most desires are true?
Asking why they are false,
I hear voices, knowing you don't hear them, too.

Amongst life's mysteries dark,
we must find a stable point and mark.
Against the mental storms we fight,
tempted not by all things false,
but grasping fast to those which are right.

Silent arguments rage within our mind,
voicing opinions no one will ever find.
Tearing us between fear and hate,
showing us feelings
that we are unanxious to taste.

Thoughts rush by in a second past.
Is it any wonder they never last?
Memories are who we've been,
with us in the thick,
and helping us in the thin.

Thus in the darkness, there is a light,
pushing back the shadowy night.
Remnants of a person, now long-gone;
flashing by in a vivid haze,
our lives carry on.

Our mental demons we conquer not,
remain strong, still fighting until they rot.
Faith and Hope fade to black,
followed by our sanity,
which the demons silently attack.

Pain and anguish, feelings of dread,
plague every man in his head.
Shall we live long into the future unknown,
or shall we surrender
and live among those of bone.

Raging constantly within our skull
the turmoil may boil or begin to lull.
The silent fight we begin to win,
with our mental demons
we wage war from within.

Leaving mental order in its wake,
the mental war, our battered soul at stake.
Who shall win, the demon or the man?
for one to lose,
the other must win, as is the plan.

Every person fights this battle,
and sometimes it causes our wits to rattle.
The man must win to remain sane,
for if he loses,
the other will be free on the plane.

The silent battle rages on,
so hard to tell who the victor is upon.
But after all that we've become,
it may be evident
that they two've become one.

So quietly, both sides rule.
Each acting in part to make you a fool.
So thus the question does remain
about the two
who is in control of your brain.

For if it is the man, you surely lie,
and if it is the demon, you'll surely die.
But if both still have breath,
then they will fight,
to gain control until your death.

Inside the darkness deep,
the war moves on in your sleep.
Whether not you believe, it is true,
the person who runs your life,
Surely isn't you...