Only the War

I'm freebasing thoughts with the end emotions being devastating

I want to pack up and go but don't have the freedom to do such

To be honest these people have become nothing to me,

strange forms that all look the same,

all act the same,

I no longer see character,

just dirty ugly flesh

With my eyes closed I wage a war,

a war that would kill me in the end one way or another, 

but I still choose to fight it

I have no demands and no prize in mind, 

just a ruthless campaign against an enemy much more nourished than I

To leave is the mission, 

as long as I stay here there can't be peace

Only The War.

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