the night is my enemies’s ally. at night my brain and i cross mental swords we fight each other until the day break. at night my brain doesn’t fight fair in my weakened state i am susceptible to my brains wicked ways. there are rules to war and my brain breaks everyone. it brings up the darkest of times constantly it makes no effort to fight fair. it always wins in the end and i succumb to its will my brain leaves me with not a swift death but another scar in my conscience. that scar i bare on the inside not allowing it to show on the outside or my mind will bring me to an end. I’m not sure if thats a bad thing anymore