Fighting the battle within my head, the ghastly voice sending me over.
The enemy, my head, the most dangerous of all.
As I prepare to fight my mind, I can barely hear the whistle over my screams.
As I climb over, all I see is cracked ground riddled with craters and metal scraps.
Shooting at an enemy only I can see, doubt and hatred zooming by me.
I take a step and all I feel is pain, all I see is redness.
I see a figure slowly approach as my vision returns.
Death himself has come to take me home.
The enemy has won. The war is lost.
And then it starts again.
