The Battle Within

A thunder, rambles on
That voice, mumbles on
Pushing it out of my head
A scream from the dead

A tree has fallen in the forest
No sound, no difference made
This was meant for the best
Yet red still drips from the blade

Unintentional fascinations
Unwanted appeals
Breathing through damnations
Is all that one feels

Colors blinded by grays of life
Need I burn through this strife?
Moans and cries, all in vain
Is it wrong to be insane?

Resurructed strength's ashes
Blinking eclipse's flashes
Solitude reigns, tears shed
Numbing pain, numbing dread