A chaotic battle of thoughts has been raged,
and the battleground, is in the crevices of his head
colliding against each other
until the other one is dead.
are his heart ans his brain,
trying to differ reality from illusion,
Unknown of the fact, they do so in vain.
This chaos has led his soul,
to an unending unrest,
midst an endless battle,
trying to prove; who’s best.
It’s a quarrel that will stretch on
piercing his soul with nails,
but the aftermath shall be destructive
when either of the king shall fail.
A war where thoughts are soldiers,
living, fighting and dying without help,
A war that has beginning without end,
trapped in a battle ,with himself.