Losing Sanity

by SHYANNE BROOKS
Staff writer

I am the warrior
​You are the war
I fight myself 
Through all your hell
I prepare for battle
More and more
My mind is weak 
My armor worn 
I’ve spent many nights
Preparing for fights
On the battlefield 
Long and hard
I lunge and thrust
With all my might
Maybe, just maybe
I can win this fight
It’s raining and cold
The condition is rough
This is getting old
But it makes me tough
I can’t comprehend
Why you’re doing this
I know things tend
To be bad enough
Please stop this stuff
This pain and torture
It’s all too much 
End me now
I beg you war
As I lie bleeding
On my floor
I can’t fake it
I’m done
I can't take it 
I’m pleading
As I reach for my gun
It’s all for you war
This is it
It’s over
One single shot
I’m growing colder
I see you cry
though it’s not true
Sometimes I wish
I were you 
All high and mighty
With many jewels
But then I remember
Your evil soul 
The time has come
I must go
I’ll remember the face
Of my foe
For it was mine
All along
I fought myself 
On right and wrong
Now I see
The trumpets singing
A better song
Than metal ringing
All night long
I close my eyes
Take my last breath
In and out
I welcome death