“You’re too young to go to war.” They said.

But I’d been there before.

No blood on my hands or lies in my teeth,

Just the remnants of who I’d been.

The war had been in my mind.

Satan sleeps in the corners of my cerebrum.

Gabriel the arch angel fought valiantly.

He burnt with hope.

Ached of faith and better days.

But still, Satan slept, untouched.

The holy war was only in my mind,

but it was more real than you are to me.

My angel never died. Just laid down in defeat.

And Satan slept.  

So take me, skin and bones, and arm me with your words.

For I’ve already lost my mind, please take my body as well.