The Man Above The Boy Within

Silent Battles

I cry at night and smile at the sunshine,
After my night long battle has been won,
Mostly by the night, not me,
I lose pretty much all the time,
Winning isn't my stride and peace isn't my right hand man,
I keep fighting lypophrenia each day yet I miss only one,
Well maybe the personality that has me smiling without cause.

I cry at night and smile at the sunshine,
After my night long battle has been won,
Mostly by the night, not me,
I lose pretty much all the time,
My mind has been frazzled right from when I knew emotions,
I've been fighting for so long a time it feels like peace is a facade,
I don't have a hero, tears are what aids me.

I cry at night and smile at the sunshine,
After my night long battle has been won,
Mostly by the night, not me,
I lose pretty much all the time,
After I'm beaten and blue,
When my wounds are hurting and my fingers are bruised,
It feels like the sun hid behind an asteroid,
My asteroid of disaster,
It makes solitude appealing and sociality a misfortune.

I cry at night and smile at the sunshine,
After my night long battle has been won,
Mostly by the night, not me,
I lose pretty much all the time,
I'm not any good and I have no fire left,
All my hope has dwindled,
My currency for my soldiers, faith is even missing.

I cry at night and smile at the sunshine,
After my night long battle has been won,
Mostly by the night, not me,
I lose pretty much all the time,
Mentally I am a goner with no memories,
A son with no heir and a prince without a castle,
My ego and swords are deflated and blunt,
Just like my stances for my battles,
I lay at sunset taking it all in, just before I wage war,
Just before I see my fiery war generals blast me with their aliquots of dismay.

I cry at night and smile at the sunshine,
After my night long battle has been won,
Mostly by the night, not me,
I lose pretty much all the time,
The cancers in my soul and my mind's plight,
They overhaul me each day,
My life is a cursed book in a strange library,
I've drawn a marker and shown it end,
Etched into a line longest on my mind.

I cry at night and smile at the sunshine,
After my night long battle has been won,
Mostly by the night, not me,
I lose pretty much all the time,
I don't want to fight silently again,
I have something beautiful to say,
Like stories resting on a nightstand,
Waiting to be held again.

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