We are in a state of war, my friend

The trees are turning red

My mind are soldiers preparing for death

Their families, distraught, words left unsaid.

I'm in a state of war, my friend

I cannot keep on fighting till the end

The creatures in my head play jumbled words;

Not a soldier in my genes,

It's my reflection commanding enemies

Prepare for death;

I have given up my home,

Unto heaven, my martyred self.