As the cannon erupts
The death knell tolls
Signaling the end of the war
Within myself
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For by sheer proximity
I am unable to maintain
A loving focus
No matter how trivial the pain
My weapon is set to automatic
Never stopping to reload
Ignoring every misfire
Intending to be the hero
Of one scarred with wear
Wary of the burdens that weaken
Even the greatest of men
So I take flight
When normalcy arrives
Terrified of the notions
Where memories reside
Preferable to heaven
And the wings upon which
Angel's fly
For it hath become demonic
Lamenting in it's path
Through death and destruction
A heart protecting gas mask
That chokes and restrains
The natural enmity
Between wants and needs
Which steadily reigns my dreams
Into focus
Before I can corrupt your inherent Beauty
With anger and greed
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Some people never leave the battlefield
Others just bring it home with them
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We are constant combatants
In a war that cannot be won
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The saboteur
Of the one

"What have I done?"
He asked of the darkness
"The light has abandoned me"

"You have broken your covenant with morality"
"There is no light for those whom lie to themselves"

That voice...
Emanating from the pitch
Rolling ink igniting his mind
No control...

"What is broken is me!"
"Morality hath forsaken my heart and sent me to a love I cannot handle"

Three chimes...
It was the only warning he had
Before his mind became that of coal
No sight...

"You have failed yourself and for that I have no pity"
"Those who wear masks suffer the wrath of absence"

Then nothing...
There was no sound, no light, no dark
All fell into a casual monotony
His purgatory...