Veteran of Inner Wars

    My mind is a battlefield,
my emotions soldiers.
    Love against hate,
hope against fear.
    Logic against rage,
good against evil.
    Optimist against cynic,
me against myself.

    God against sin,
my soul against Satan.

    It's to a point where I speak in metaphor,
Abyss' and bleeding yet neither mean what they should.
    I tried not to fight anymore,
but clearly it did no good.

    Someone took my cross from my shoulders and rammed it through my heart,
and it has bleed ever since that day.

    I live a paradox,
wanting death whilst simultaneously fearing it so early.