Early hours of the morning.
I wake
Face a plague of thoughts
In bed I shake
As the sun is dawning
War is waged
For control of the day
By the evil and the good
For control of my brain.
Emotional blood drawing.
By the thoughts sharp as knifes
Both sides slice through my mind
The theater of joy of sad claims many life's
A more dangerous field of war than between the eyes.
One will never find.
The darkness clawing for a hold
The doubt, the anger
The wished for and the old.
The light gnawing for control
The trust And love
The grateful and gold.
And everyday I ride the line
Insane in secrete.
Buying time.
For the war to end and decide my fate.
The war of emotional stalemate.
